the least you can do is use it. Boys, you’ve had a head start—if you want to sit this one out, be my guest.” A few of the boys exchanged miffed expressions. “Miss! You can’t say stuff like that!” Ronan said. Ms. Devlin looked at him, waiting for him to explain why she couldn’t say stuff like that. “It’s . . . it’s not fair.” Ms. Devlin looked extremely unmoved by his reasoning. “I hope that any applicants to the student council will have more impressive debate skills. Just a thought.”
