I'm a guest over at Chrys Fey's blog today. She asked me about where this blog got its name among other things. It's here. I'd love it if you went over and said hi.
They don't give subs keys during summer school. This is for a very specific reason. They don't have spares.
This wouldn't be much of a problem normally. Security opens the door for me. I don't leave the room. The door is locked when I leave. Simple.
But, the health teacher gave the class projects. That they needed computers for. In a computer lab that's also locked.
(This is way more interesting and engaging than having them read the book and answer questions on paper, so I'm good with the assignments. Just not the getting there.)
Our first project was the AIDS/HIV thing I mentioned earlier. As I explained their assignment, they got ready to go. Not sure how long it would take us to get there (it wasn't far, but I had things to collect before we left, and they had to pack up their stuff), I said that security could take his time getting to us.
We got over to the lab and waited. And waited. And waited.
Finally, after way too long in the heat of the day, I decided to call again. (I may rail against cell phones, but mine saved me more than once this week.) Security got there very quickly after that. Whew.
He explained. When he was told he didn't have to hurry, he got talking to someone, and forgot about us.
But I learned my lesson. After that, I didn't say anything about taking his time. For it didn't take us long at all to get to the computer lab.