AP Statistics. 5th period. Seven students in class, all working silently.
Boom. Against the outside wall.
It wasn't loud. It sounded like a kid may have hit the wall as he walked past. It wasn't terribly regular. Like, three booms followed by an extended period of silence. Only a slight annoyance.
As I had nothing else to do, I decided to sate my curiosity. I poked my head out the door.
"Oh, are we bothering you?"
One adult aide. One wheelchair bound student. Next to the wall sat a bin, and the student was trying to get a mini basketball into it. Clearly, the student had limited manual dexterity, so getting the ball into the bin was hard for him.
"We'll go somewhere else."
Um, no. That's okay. Really.
I mean, they weren't really bothering us. Not much.
I expected to find a couple kids standing near the wall, kicking it, not realizing a class was in session. (The school has two lunch periods, and half the school was on lunch at the time.) I was going to put a stop to that.
But physical therapy? The last thing I expected, and something I can live with.
After that the booms stopped. And I felt awful about it.