This is how my son's schoolwork comes home to me every day. Or, well, at least the days he chooses to bring it home.
Then, every once in a great while, I'll get an entire backpack stuffed to the brim with a whole stash of school papers that look like this...all because his teacher has asked him to clean out his tornado (ie, desk). Those papers are pretty twisted.
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