The Backpack Drop Zone: One Sixth-Grade Truth That Exposed Our Quiet Crisis

furiously.

“Now,” I said, “crumple it up.”

They looked at me, confused.

“Crumple it into a ball. Make it tight.”

The sound of twenty-six papers being crushed at once sounded like a sudden downpour of rain.

“Throw it,” I commanded. “Throw it as hard as you can to the other side of the room.”

For a moment, chaos reigned. Paper snowballs flew through the air.continue reading …