Day Twenty-Seven

So. I teach high school. Imagine how many phones went off at the same time this afternoon when that Presidential Alert thingy got tested.

Today was unexpectedly busy. 

I spent my prep time playing phone tag with campaign staffers, trying to nail down dates for APUSGOV visits, and trying to keep The Principal informed. Meantime, he was dealing with local businesses who won’t let our students park in their lots during the day anymore (students who couldn’t get parking on campus had been doing that and walking up the access road) because some of them are peeling out, drving too fast, etc… This is why we can’t have nice things, kids…

World/English was a blur of monitoring students, reading drafts, and making comments like, “Wakanda would totally have the defenses to handle rampaging hippos” (part of a conversation that happened because of this). Mrs. T overheard that one and burst out laughing. We also had three girls type one-handed so they could do each other’s nails. They finished class with good drafts AND good manicures. 

Ahh, ninth grade…