So, we need scrap paper, a lot of it, in the art room at Lincoln. Friday at the docent workshop we used pages from discarded TV and movie scripts, because the supply chair’s husband had a pile of them. Perfect, right? Or not so perfect. We discovered that we need be careful about that source, because at least one page had a big ole F-bomb right in the middle of it. Guaranteed a kid would find that. Another docent volunteered some scrap paper tonight–old movie scripts. I told her to screen them for language, and bring them in.
Better bring some of my own scrap paper for the pile. Old drafts of my journal articles and conference talks are guaranteed 100% f-bomb-free. The only possible risk is that they’d bore a kid to tears.