I'm not really sure when it happened, but by the end of Week One, I noticed her pencil box sat boldly on her desk. I let it slide. She never seemed to touch it. No harm, no foul if it wasn't causing an issue. By the end of Week Two, that pencil box had reproduced itself and now I spied a double-decker pencil box...a highrise of sorts sprouting up on the corner of her desk. I didn't mind. If someone at Group 2, or even a neighboring group needed some sort of writing utensil, they knew who to ask. That corner of the room was her region and she kept it well supplied. Sometime during Week Three, the double-decker pencil box was replaced by a large colorful cup, let's call it a bucket, that she used to hold her set of highlighters, her sticky tabs, assorted pencils, red revising pens, and blue editing pens. Again, not a distraction so I decided not to say anything.
I couldn't help but laugh, but you know I'm watching her and I'm waiting. Next week she'll probably have a file cabinet set up next to her desk. Then it's only a matter of time before I come in to school some morning and find my teacher's desk newly situated in Group 2 and the keys to Room 24 dangling around her neck.