When I was in 6th grade, we engaged in a big archeology project with another classroom. Each room’s job was to invent an ancient culture in detail and then create a variety of artifacts to pack up and send across the hallway, for the other room to “dig up” and interpret. My class decided that our ancient culture would be all about cheese. I have no idea…
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