Thursday. Intro to film and video production for middle school, fifth period.
The kiddos were to work on their music video. I was not given much in the way of instructions, but they had a whole list of things to do in their Google Classroom. But middle schoolers. (Read: they do not pay attention to directions.)
Many of them didn't do much of anything in class. Some checked out a camera and went to film. Some sat on their computers and pulled up the software they needed per the instructions. But the majority were doing as little as possible.
But they were keeping it down to a dull roar, so it was fine.
Until...
A group of them, huddled in a cluster, suddenly all jumped up and ran away. Whoosh. What the...?
One kiddo came over to me. "A demon just emerged from a portal under the desks."
A demon, eh? He insisted it was a demon.
Another student cleared up the mystery. Someone farted.
Yeah, that tracks.
(If you've never been around a group of middle schoolers, then you would not know how someone always farts. And every other kiddo in the vicinity acts as if they've been poisoned, and the only way to save themselves is to run away very quickly.)
Who farted? The kiddo who claimed it was a demon.
That's a way better excuse than what I usually get.
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