YOU NEEDN'T BOTHER

I have a math student, P. He’s a tough kid with a hopelessly young face. Every day at the beginning of class I hand back the previous day’s homework. And every day P balls it up right in front of me and throws it in the trash. Yesterday while handing back homework, I thought I’d save him the trouble. I balled it up for him. And dropped it on his desk like a cat toy.