Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Diego tried again.
It was Tuesday. It was the passing period before fifth. Diego walked in. I let him.
Students come by and visit other students during passing period all the time. It is sort of their time. I don't start class until the bell, so before that time, they can meander and talk and do such things. I figured that Diego wanted to say hi to his friends in class, and I didn't have a problem with that.
He took a seat in the room. The student assigned to that seat hadn't arrived yet, so I wasn't concerned.
But, as the passing period progressed, I figured it was time for Diego to get on his way. I wasn't going to excuse his tardy to wherever he was supposed to be now, so I urged him to be on his way.
"This is my class," he explained. "I'm Ace."
Yup, he was seated in Ace's seat. But he was definitely not Ace.
This sort of thing might work if I had been in the class for one day. Even two. But this was day 12. And Ace was... memorable.
Plus, Diego is Latino. Ace is African-American. They don't look a thing alike.
So, I called him by name and told him he should get to his actual class. And he left.
It's nice when the lies are so blatantly obvious.