No students entered their privilege tickets into the worthless prize of the week contest all day, until last period.
That may have been because I first showed them the prize–a pair of hospital socks–and said, “I don’t know where I got these, and the person who wore them may or may not still be living.”
In last period, however, I displayed the socks only after inviting entries into the contest.
“Anyone interested in entering the worthless prize of the week contest?” I asked, waving around the drawing container with the socks tucked away inside.
“I do!” said JT, giving me his ticket.
“Anyone else? You sure? It’s a worthless prize, after all! You’re going to let JT win without any competition?”
“What’s the prize?” someone asked.
“I haven’t shown it yet. Anyone else?”
MD shook his head in disbelief and opened his folder to find his ticket and handed it over.
“Nobody else? It’s your last chance!”
RJ blurted out, “I’ll do it, too,” and handed me her ticket.
That seemed to be the end of interest, so I showed off the socks.
“Oh! I want those!” JT said.
At the end of the class, I drew a ticket: MD’s. He promptly handed the socks over to JT.
“I’m glad I didn’t win,” said RJ.