Many people think I'm just a table. I'm more than that. I'm the table in the center of Mr Logsdon's classroom. Every day I get the eyeballs of academy kids who think they know me. They think they can figure out who gets to sit in those special chairs at my side. I get so tired of all of these students looking at me with their pondering gaze. I'm not just some place to keep papers. These children don't understand the multifarious purposes I can serve to the functioning and organization of this classroom. I'm so much more than a surface.
Mr Logsdon is the only one who seems to understand this. Whenever I feel judgment weighing me down, he knows how to remind me that it's not pointless. And maybe I do just hold papers. But I hold Mr. Logsdon's papers. When one person recognizes my utility, it makes the ungratefulness of others seem unimportant in comparison. I hope he knows how happy he makes this old, ordinary table.
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