Oh, you may hear the occasional sound of the boiler clanking away and footsteps on the stairs. You might hear the sound of the paper cutter slicing construction paper, or the Ellison cutter stamping out alphabet letters. You might even hear the sound of the broom sweeping up scraps off the floor at the end of a lesson. If you come in the middle of the lesson, you could hear the sound of small scissors snipping away or the intermittent splash of water if brushes are being dipped into yogurt containers full of water. Maybe even the sounds of thirty hands rushing in the air to signal the sharing of an answer to a provocative art question. But, I can assure you, you'll not hear the sounds of the metal stools on concrete floors that USED to drive parents and teachers to distraction. Nope, they'll be silent. Thanks to the generous parent that supplied bags of tennis balls to slip on our classroom's stool legs and Suzanne Seigneur who managed to pierce an "X" in to each and every ball and slide it on a roomful of stools!
