(The curtain opens. A teacher in a gray cardigan, black skirt, and other Puritan-like neutral colors is hunched over scrawling grades in a binder. Several students are set up in various stations around the room. The teacher is away from them and engaged in what she's doing, but within hearing distance.)
Student 1 (lays down Scrabble tiles)
Student 2: (looks at Student 1's word and frowns) Your word gotta be touching what I put.
Student 1: No it don't. She said they could be anywhere.
Student 2: You gotta play off my word, bro!
Student 1: No I don't!
Teacher: (looking up) Guys, what's the problem?
Student 1: Does my word have to play off his word?
Student 2: (to Student 1, good-naturedly) See? Welcome to Scrabble, bitch!
Teacher: (jaw drops)
(All actors freeze. Lights dim.)
Voice (from offstage): At that moment, the teacher knew she would not only be blogging about one of her new favorite lines in all of teaching, but that she would be using that exact phrase in any Scrabble game she played from that day forth. Though she prompted the student to correct himself, she whispered to him, softly, from a place deep inside her heart, "Thank you."