Yesterday I was back at the continuation high school. I was surprised to get called. It was a short day before a break. These are the sorts of days that very few teachers miss.
I ran into the teacher I subbed for on Monday. (I saw her on Thursday, but as it had been Turkey Day, we didn't get a chance to talk.) She got my note, and she wanted to relate a story about the balloon incident.
It was some time ago. Somehow, they obtained a blown up balloon. It was near the end of the period, they were done with their work for the day, and they started volleyball-ing this balloon. The entire class was entranced, and they kept the balloon floating in the air. The room was silent as they were all fixated on this one task.
Ms. W. allowed it. Once.
So, they were telling the truth, sort of. They stretched that inch into a mile. Silly teens.