Friday, January 20, 2017
Defeating the Vandal
Friday. (The 13th, as it was...) They had a test.
I was having a good day. The classes were cooperating. Things were going smoothly enough that I was able to get caught up with some of the grading.
(Yes, I was actually grading student work. It doesn't happen often. But with longer teacher absences, it's better to keep the students' grades up to date. It lets them know that what they do while I'm there counts, and more of them stay on task that way.)
So, I was in a good mood.
It was towards the end of 4th period. Students were finishing up their tests, and some were even doing the after-test assignment (which was starting the semester final review sheet).
I happened to look over at one student's desk, and I noticed him drawing. On. The. Desk.
(Students draw all the time. There's a great art department at that school. Sketchbooks frequently come out. This I don't mind.)
Um, seriously? The afternoon classes frequently complained of defaced desks. Early on, I found the cleaners so they could clean off their desks. I just hadn't caught any of the morning classes in the act before.
I growled at the student. (Not literally. But I did make my displeasure known.) I told him to stop. He dutifully got out a book. (But didn't do any work.)
I went to the closet, pulled out the desk cleaner, went back over to him, stood over him, squirted the "artwork", and proceeded to make it disappear.
Ah. That felt good!
The boy? He quietly (tests were still out) complained to his neighbors. I had ruined all his work.
Yeah, um, okay. If he really wanted to preserve it, wouldn't he have done it on something he could take with him? And this made me the bad guy? (I could have made him clean it up, so he really got a gift from me.)