Heart Break

Third period government. I was in a classroom two doors down from the success seminar classroom. 

The class was... meh. These are seniors, so presumably they're more mature. But too many of them were on their phones rather than doing the assignment (which was on money and elections). They weren't too terrible, mostly mellow once they settled down, so I had nothing to complain about.

Janine had a finished project from ceramics. It was a small mug with no handle. It was a cute little thing, and several of the students stopped to admire her handiwork. 

We had ten minutes left in class. Tyson slipped into the seat in front of her. His arm swung along her desk area, his elbow making contact with the mug. 

Swoop.

The mug fell to the floor and shattered. 

Ouch!

It happened so fast. Janine was understandably upset, but I didn't hear Tyson offer an apology. He gave excuses. "It broke really easy. That's cheap clay." 

I told him he owed her big time. He wanted to figure out how much that meant in dollars. 

I don't know about people sometimes. 

There wasn't much to do. I left a comment in the note, but this is not really the sort of thing that needs to be punished. Janine wouldn't have gotten to take the piece home if it hadn't been graded, so she's only out the finished object, not the grade.

Still, I'm sad. It was a nice little mug. It would have been nice if Janine had gotten to use it.