Misadventures at School
last night: (7-8-07)
I'm at the school I work and I enter a classroom and one of the English teachers and one of the other ed. tech's is there. The ed. tech closes the door and shuts off the lights and the three of us duck to hide behind the tables. I'm not sure if it's a drill or the real thing, but we've been told there's a man out in the halls with a gun. I can feel myself having a panic attack and duck further to avoid being seen.
The next scene I'm in the lunch cafeteria. There are students at the tables and book bags everywhere. It's a study hall and I'm tip toeing around to avoid stepping on anyones things. A boy is sitting in a chair that's blocking my path and I say, "Excuse me please." He just sits there and doesn't move. I ask him again and he ignores me. I try to get by but he doesn't budge. Now I'm getting angry--"For Christs Sake, move!" Still, nothing.
In frustration, I make my way to another teacher. I ask him what the boy's name is and if he can help me. He says, "There's no helping some of these fuckers." I ask a female student sitting nearby if she knows his name, but shakes her head "no." Then I realize I had left my book bag on a table and go to retrieve it and it's gone. The boys that were sitting with the troublemaker are giggling. They have hidden it and won't give it back. I'm very upset.
Now I'm going down a flight of stairs heading to the office to complain. I hurt my hand on a decorative knob on the railing and a teacher is there and explains that the building is old and needs to be fixed (which is true). I enter the office and tell the secretary that I fear the boys may throw my bag into the lake.
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