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The bell had barely stopped ringing when the first flag came out of a backpack, a small nylon triangle on a plastic dowel. A handful of kids cheered, a handful rolled their eyes, and a few watched the door for an administrator. The history teacher, a veteran with the weary reflexes of anyone who has spent a decade refereeing teenage energy, took a breath and did something rare. She asked a question. What does this flag mean to you, and what does it look like to be a good ne