Punctuation keeps us monogamously in love and in our boyfriend’s [instead of boyfriends’] heart.
In an effort to make them produce, you’ve put the two most non-responsive students in a group by themselves. They report back, in whispers, telling you they have nothing to say.
Direction to the class: I want you to put yourselves in groups. Form a group with people you have something in common with.
[Results to date: tattoos, love of a musical group, work places, future professions]
So far, luckily, no group has formed, “because we were sitting next to each other.”
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