Thursday, April 26, 2018
Eighth grade English. It was the class that stole my clock. On a Friday. With an assembly scheduled.
Basically, I was doomed from the start.
I had gone over what their assignment was. They were doing the settling in thing, where they get their work out, they figure out what they need to do, and they get started. I turned away for a second (I think I was getting the roll sheet or some housekeeping thing like that), and that's when a sharp "pop" sounded.
And the class reacted to the stink bomb that someone threw.
Chaos ensued. Those closest to the offending smell fled the room. Others complained about the smell. Someone pulled out their perfume and sprayed. (It never fails. There's always someone who does this, and I always go after them as we don't know who might be allergic.)
I called security. (Well, I called the office and they called security...)
Victoria arrived. She got the class back in their seats and told them all to write down on a sheet of paper (without putting their names) what they knew of the incident.
While they were doing this, Anisha warned them not to be "snitches" and say anything.
Whether they listened to Anisha, they didn't know anything, or they just didn't want to say, it's hard to tell. But every single page had a variation of "I know nothing" on it.
Victoria pulled three students from class, one of whom was Anisha.
Upon Anisha's return, she informed the class that one of the boys who had been pulled had "taken the fall" for the incident. Apparently, he had stink bombs in his backpack. But it was clear that Anisha was telling the class it wasn't actually his fault.
I kind of wonder who the culprit is. Although, I was more concerned with getting the class back to some semblance of proper classroom behavior. This did actually occur, but only after several students who couldn't stand the smell fled.
I rather think it was one of them.
Those who remained were nose blind to the smell after a short while. And they know what's coming to them upon their teacher's return. They rather think they deserve whatever is coming.
What is your vice of choice after a particularly hard day? What is one way you tortured the substitute teachers you had in your classes?
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