Thursday. Spanish 1. Seventh period.
(This was the same day as yesterday's post. I covered an extra period. Two doors down from the French class.)
Because Spanish 1, the class was mostly freshmen, and it took some time to get them into the room and into their assigned seats. (I had a seating chart with their pictures.) But then, once they knew what they were supposed to do, they got to work.
The room was quiet. They were all making a good pretense of working. That's when the assistant principal walked in the room. I looked over, and there was the drug sniffing dog.
We all exited the room. I was the last one out. The students were chatting, as they do.
One girl was in a near panic. Her friend explained...
"She's worried that they're going to find her chips."
Chips? Unless they were laced with marijuana, no one was going to care if she had chips in her backpack.
This I did not say. I did say that they weren't looking for food. I assured the girl that her chips were safe.
Seriously, I'm sure half the students in that room had some sort of food in their backpacks. (They'll pull it out during class time.)
The assistant principal and dog and dog handler and counselor all exited the room. They let us back in.
The dog hadn't found anything.
I'm not sure if I was surprised or not. I mean, I wasn't surprised the dog hadn't noticed the chips. But freshmen? I wouldn't have been shocked if they had found drugs. But it was good they didn't.
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