By Marilee Sprenger I am standing at the door, greeting my students. The seventh graders walk into my room. I am waving a sheet of notebook paper in my hand. “What’s that, Mrs. S?” asks Angelo. “Uh-oh, is that my paper? Did I set up my outline wrong?” Jaclyn inquires. I walk over and turn off the morning music and return to the front of the room. “I found this letter,” I announce. “It’s a break-up letter. I think someone…