- The teachers are walking around with that beaten down look - frowns that are furrowing their brow, lips tightly compressed against the possibility that they will say what they really want to, heavy sighs preceding and ending conversations, clutching a fat stack of referral forms.
- The student have decided to come to school in body only - they have failed to pack their minds.
- Everything that is done in class - written assignment, test, quiz, lab, "fun" activity - they respond to with rolled eyes, "sucking teeth" (that phrase is a Southern thing - and it is HIGH disrespect), and heavy sighs. When I remind them that (after 20+ minutes of class) they have yet to start the assignment, they reply "I'm 'bout to". NOTE TO STUDENTS - "I'm 'bout to" means you FREAKIN' haven't done squat!
- June (and Tiffany, and Shakeisha, etc.) is BUSTIN' OUT ALL OVER. Where can a male teacher put his eyes? Nowhere, it seems, without risking ending up on the evening news.
- Despite it being a requirement of Chemistry lab protocol, NO female will wear anything but sandals, heels, or flip-flops. They'd rather flunk than be unfashionable.
- I'm starting to fantasize about lawn chairs and Margaritas.
- I'm right next to the Senior lockers. It takes an Act of God, and at least 2 teachers and an administrator, to move them along to the next class. They are, whatever the calendar says, DONE!
Have some fun this summer. I know I will. Then again, I'll probably never again have a class like this one:
Yeah.