I never bought into Friday the 13th being bad luck. I've never bought into any superstition. I've pushed the envelope and walked under ladders. I've swept up broken mirrors without a qualm, whistling a happy tune, in fact. So far so good, and I expect no change. My students are always quick to inform me when it's a Friday the 13th. "Oh no!" moaned one little boy, upon hearing the date. He banged his forehead on his desk. Not the luckiest thing to do. Another said, "I've already had bad luck. I missed the bus." "But you're here now," I said. "You weren't even late." "We were all out of milk," another said. "I couldn't have cereal." "But you had something to eat, right?" I asked. "Yeah, Pop Tarts. I love those!" "Well, there you go.". I followed this dialogue with my Friday the 13th "look for good luck" mandate. I have a theory that you find what you look f...
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