I'm a spinner. Nervous habit, my spinning is. But my spinning has nothing to do with bikes or wool. My spinning involves wedding rings going around and around and around, and sometimes they come off and go back on, ad nauseum. It feels very good to constantly fidget with those rings. Sometimes while I teach, the rings get inadvertently dropped while I'm spinning them and they roll quickly under desks, and through the maze of backpacks and shoes and purses. The class stops. All eyes are on the rolling rings. It happens at least once per class every semester. When the rings get to a stop, two or three students go chasing them, no doubt in order to maintain favor with me. I accept my rings back demurely and we proceed. (Of course, there was one time last fall when the student brought my rings back to me and ON BENT KNEE presented them to me.)
For Easter this year, the Easter Bunny brought my daughter a spinner ring.
Too bad!! She hated it.
Too bad!! It didn't fit her.
Good luck!! I loved it.
Better luck!! It fit me.
So now I don't have to take the ring off to spin it.
Truth? I'm going to miss those students scrambling for my rolling rings.