Shell therapy
My 'shell phones' won’t solve problems of the world but at least they will listen
.A text from a student.
“Using my shell today, Mr. Gris.”
And another.
“I really needed my shell tonight.’’
At the beginning of the school year, I passed around a bowl filled with seashells.
Take one, I said to my class. Hold it in the palm of your hand. Rub the smooth bottom against your skin. Keep it in your pocket. Or place it in the bowl and get one out whenever you need it.
Two weeks earlier, those shells were sunning on a beach in Florida. Suddenly and serendipitously, they were calming the frazzled nerves of an anxious teenage girl 380 miles away. Or being clutched by a young man worried about acne and algebra … in that order.