“What will we use to mark the lines? It’s carpet so we can’t do tape or paint, we’ll get in trouble.” “How will we deal with the lockers?” “What if people start walking the wrong way? Do we fine them?” “Should we do this in the whole school, or just in the main hallway?”…
On day twenty-seven of her Presidency, Kiara was faced with her first crisis. “Someone is drawing all over our posters!” the bakery manager complained. “Ours, too!” the movie theater manager exclaimed. Kiara examined the artwork. “It’s actually really good drawings,” she said. “Not anything bad, but it’s not fair for this person to draw on…
Darrell wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and reached inside his pocket for his crumbled closing argument. He was on trial for theft by deception. Rewind. Just over a week ago, he wrote his first bad check. “They’ll never know the difference,” his friend Ramon bragged, “I do it all the time.” Reluctantly, Darrell…
“I’m experimenting with substitution.” Yinka winks. She’s about to reveal her secret ingredient for a chicken tarragon salad sandwich. “Yogurt instead of mayonnaise! That’s the trick.” She dips her finger into the yogurt. “It’s just healthier… and oh so delicious.” It’s great being executive chef, she decides. But enough with the kitchen experiments. Time to get ready for the spaghetti…
It all started when a presidential debate sparked in the classroom at one MicroSociety school. One outspoken student citizen stood up and asked, “What do y’all think about building a sandbox on the playground?” “Yeah!” the others cheered. And therein lie the beginnings of what would forever become known as Operation Sandbox. Lauren and Sean,…
Bryan sighed as Mrs. Brown placed the paper on his desk. As he glanced up, he saw a big scribble at the top in his teacher’s favorite purple pen. He read it aloud quietly: “Please see me.” His friend Gunnar leaned over to tease him. “Uh oh, you’re in trouuuble.” Bryan just…
*Click* Stanley turned off the TV “Well folks, what do you think?” Stanley was addressing his staff. All the employees at the 21st Century Digital Media Center sat huddled around the television screen watching their latest news interviews. The pint-sized news crew was getting ready to film the upcoming Micro-Night. They decided to…
“Who wants to buy a pom pom?” Kip called out as he waved the homemade fabric ball wildly through the air. MicroSocietyHe locked eyes with a fourth grade girl and she quickly responded. “No thanks, I have one already, I don’t really need another one.” Kip sighed. He’d heard that quite a bit…
“I want to return these flashcards. I lost the receipt, but I want my money back!” a frustrated fourth grader pleaded with the clerk at Strattonville Math Games. “I’m sorry – but we have a policy, so I can’t give you your money back without a receipt. You can trade in those cards for something…
As his classmates gathered around a table discussing next month’s Micro newsletter, Mauricio sat at his desk with one hand on his chin, the other twirling a pencil. “Mauricio,” Mrs. Collette tapped his shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want to join the newsletter committee? You’ll earn money to spend in the marketplace –…