One of my students threw clay today so it stuck to the wall. I was obviously annoyed and I expressed that to him. He went to one of the kids sitting on one of the really tall stools in my class and said “Hey, can I use this? I fucked up and I’m trying to fix it.” Then he stood on the stool and got the clay off the wall. I said thanks and then the next time I went to my desk this was on it. Too cute. That’s what I call “fixing it.” A far cry from the clay throwing incident my first year here when I ended up cussing at my whole class!