Today was one of those in-between days, weather-wise. It wasn't terribly cold, but it wasn't too warm. I kept the door open, and that kept the classroom temperature at about the right spot. It's nice not to have to use the air conditioner sometimes.
Then a bee flew in the room.
It was fourth period. The class was working quietly. Well, all but this group of one boy and three girls. I had been trying to get them to talk less and work more, but all I managed to do was annoy them.
The boy was the one who spotted the bee. He freaked out.
One girl wanted me to close the door. Another boy found a spiral notebook, and he went after the bee to kill it. Of the talking group, the boy and two of the girls ran out of the classroom, standing just outside. They were sure that they were going to get stung, and they refused to return to class until the bee was dealt with.
Of course, that's when the principal came by.
I managed to talk down the boy who wanted to kill the bee. I explained to the girl that if we closed the door, the bee couldn't get out.
The bee made its way back, landing just above the open door. I was able to shoo it out using a piece of paper.
The three students returned to class. Someone shut the door. Slowly, calm was restored.
I don't know why they have to freak out so much about things like this. Dealing with a bee in the classroom is hard enough without the distraction of having to calm the students, too.
As for the principal, he came by because of a cell phone incident earlier in the period. He didn't comment on the bee. I guess I'm not in trouble.