Aren't memories like that poignant Jos?

I often had student teachers assigned to me during their Teaching Practice time. One young woman was very good with Art and had lots of lovely ideas. But she was terribly profligate with our stock.

One day, I left her in charge (they were supposed to be alone with the class for an hour) and came back to find she'd given out loads and loads of sticky coloured paper, and a single flower had been cut from the centre of each sheet by every child, and the rest slung in the waste bin!

The children had made a delightful Spring frieze, but after the bell I spent quite a time rescuing the bits, smoothing them out and putting them in a tin.
Later, I had 'A Word' with her. School stock was very precious in those days!