Seventh grade science. It's nearing the end of the year, so they were working on a major project--The Body Book. (It's a review of all the human body systems--like respiratory and skeletal--in an illustrated booklet.)
On this day they were to complete pages for the integumentary system and the endocrine system.
However, I had fair warning--this class was horrible.
As the assignment required colored illustrations, the teacher had provided a tub of crayons. Used, abused, broken crayons. (The kiddos don't treat provided materials with respect.) The students could borrow colors as needed.
A girl and two boys hovered over the crayon tub. When I queried them, they claimed they were searching for specific colors. But they weren't digging through the tub as vigorously as I'd expect. Or at all. No, it was clear they were having a conversation. (I definitely got a flirting vibe.)
I told them to find their colors and take a seat.
I would have hovered over them, but the class needed more attention. I had roamers to chase down. One girl decided she's rather sit on the floor. Another boy was arguing with a fellow student, and the pair needed my intervention.
I returned to the crayons to find the three still there.
Okay, fine. Time to put a timer on it.
I found the teacher's timer, set it for two minutes, and told them that was their time limit. They left before the timer went off--without crayons.
On the bright side, this assignment is worth major points, so the goofing off will impact their grades.