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　Our school was the oldest building in town and in the winter when the wind was really blowing, Benny and I used to count the shingles sailing past the classroom window.wow account
Mr. Duncan, our principal, was getting on in years too,but he could still see pretty good, and if he ever caught you staring out the window he had you in after school working on his favorite problem – how many shingles would blow off the school roof in one year if twenty-five went each week day and ten on Sundays?
wow accountBenny and I never had the same answer, and Snubs Cooper, whose Pop was Chairman of the School Board, usually got enough shingles to cover every house in town. But after Mr. Duncan had checked our answers, he used to tell us that what matters is not what flies past the window but what sticks inside the head.
　　“You’re doing just fine, boys,” Mr. Duncan would say,wow accountgiving his specs a little polish, “but next time it’ll be blinkers for the lot of you.”
　　Sometimes if the shingles hadn’t been sailing that day but we just happened to land in his office anyway, Mr. Duncan pulled open the top drawer of his desk which was the place he kept his strap. wow accountBut instead of what we expected, he would slip us a handful of sunflower seeds to chew on while he gave us one of his pep talks.

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　Our school was the oldest building in town and in the winter when the wind was really blowing, Benny and I used to count the shingles sailing past the classroom window.wow account Mr. Duncan, our principal, was getting on in years too,but he could still see pretty good, and if he ever caught you staring out the window he had you in after school working on his favorite problem – how many shingles would blow off the school roof in one year if twenty-five went each week day and ten on Sundays? wow accountBenny and I never had the same answer, and Snubs Cooper, whose Pop was Chairman of the School Board, usually got enough shingles to cover every house in town. But after Mr. Duncan had checked our answers, he used to tell us that what matters is not what flies past the window but what sticks inside the head. 　　“You’re doing just fine, boys,” Mr. Duncan would say,wow accountgiving his specs a little polish, “but next time it’ll be blinkers for the lot of you.” 　　Sometimes if the shingles hadn’t been sailing that day but we just happened to land in his office anyway, Mr. Duncan pulled open the top drawer of his desk which was the place he kept his strap. wow accountBut instead of what we expected, he would slip us a handful of sunflower seeds to chew on while he gave us one of his pep talks.

Category: General