"It's the pipes. They need to fix the plumbing."
I had no idea what the boy was talking about. I was busy getting class started. They had a warm up. I was taking roll. Then I was going over what we were going to be doing for the period. Pipes? I hadn't heard anything.
Then I heard it. And I immediately knew what it was...
Really? This old chestnut? And I'm supposed to not know what that sound is? I know exactly what that sound is.
I can't tell you how often some kid tries this.
I wish I could tell you I had some great line to shut this down. I don't. I looked at the kid who gave me the excuse and told him to stop it.
"It isn't me."
Sure it's not. I hadn't even heard the ringing until he brought it up.
He protested his innocence, even showing me that his fingers were dry.
But funnily enough, that was the last I heard the tell-tale ringing.
This is the point where I'd shake my head and say something about immature freshmen. Except these were sophomores. In name only, I suspect.