John: Miss! I like your necklace! It looks weird. What's it made of?
Me: It's made of glass. I got it in Venice this summer.
John: It looks like a drop of blood.
Me: Um, I guess I see that. It is shiny and red.
John: Is that where you store the blood of bad students?
Me: Well, not yet . . .
John: No, this is better. It's where you store their souls.
Me: Hmmm. That's definitely more interesting, as I assume this year will be . . .
