At the end of 3rd period, I got a call to go and cover a 4th period on my prep. The class was on the other side of campus. It was a brisk walk, but I got to class on time. Then it was a brisk walk back so that I could get back to the class I was called to cover.
I was about halfway back to class when a student stopped me. She asked me if I had covered her class on Friday. Yes, I had.
Then the student asked me if I had been upset with the behavior of her 3rd period class. Something I wrote in the note to her teacher indicated this, and the class was made to write standards. The girl wanted to make sure that it was 3rd period that was the problem and not 4th.
I was running late, now. I wanted to get back to the class I was supposed to cover before the bell. (Although, I wouldn't get into trouble if I was a bit late. It's the principle of the thing.) I told the girl I didn't remember, and I got back on my way.
It wasn't a lie. I didn't remember. I try not to hold on to too much anger about any particular day. Unless something memorable happened, I might not recall things like how a class behaved generally. But once I had some time to think, I sort of recalled the class.
I rank the classes from best to worst every day. 3rd period was the worst. Of that day. Were they terrible? No. But I seem to recall that several of them didn't get very much done, and it wasn't a hard assignment. In comparison, 4th period took the assignment more seriously.
It's too bad the girl didn't catch me at a time when I could have stopped to talk. I suppose I should be able to recall these things more readily. Ah well.