Maintain Silence Please
In a country where random men suddenly fulfill their urge to urinate on another’s property, much a kin to dog, it comes as no surprise that the children of this great country have no etiquette for the library. For that matter nor do the teachers. The English teacher's job is to bring the students into the library and plop in front of a computer while the class runs amuck. Much was the scene as I entered the library to retrieve my class. The students had taken upon them self the task of plowing down the rows of subpar covered books after discovering their English period had been switched. Upon my entrance one of the girls promptly squealed and tried to run off to her friends. Another of my students fared slightly better by hiding himself between the bookshelf and the door out until I began herding my children out of the library and then I found him too. All in all 21 students filled out of the library (over the course of the day I had already lost 3 of them) yet only eight actually made it to the class. The remaining boys, thinking themselves to be of so clever ducked into the neighboring restroom and fits of giggles could be heard muffled through the door. After settling the marginal students into the class and instructing a meandering teacher to play watch dog I bolted for the restroom hoping that none had escaped before I could have my fun.
It wasn’t so much as bang as it was a loud thud that got their attention and my yell of ‘get out and get to class!’ That show was promptly followed by turning on the faucet and adding enough pressure to splash water on any child in the vicinity. By the time all 21 students, some dripping wet and others barley able to stand do to laughter, has made it back to class, the period was nearly over. And to think I was going to give them a free period anyway and take them to the library for the second half of the class, oh well, that’s what they get for trying to undermine me.
It wasn’t so much as bang as it was a loud thud that got their attention and my yell of ‘get out and get to class!’ That show was promptly followed by turning on the faucet and adding enough pressure to splash water on any child in the vicinity. By the time all 21 students, some dripping wet and others barley able to stand do to laughter, has made it back to class, the period was nearly over. And to think I was going to give them a free period anyway and take them to the library for the second half of the class, oh well, that’s what they get for trying to undermine me.