leightspeak
The dunce cap sat in the shadowed corner of the room with barely a layer of dust on it. It wasn't used all that often, but just enough that the next one to pick it up would have their fingers dirtied by that thin film of grime. To have the dunce cap bestowed on you, however, was a fate worse than death in that third grade class and, as such, just about every youngster actively worked against having it placed on their crown.