Burn, Baby, Burn

Yeah. So. This blog isn't getting regularly updated. I guess I'm just not in that place anymore. But. I need. To blog. This crazy. Day.

Really, the crazy was just third period. The class I HATE, which is unfortunate, because it's really just 3 kids in the class I hate. The others I actually like. Shame. Well, today we were doing a lab that is a management nightmare. It was a lab that I did in two class periods last year, that would probably have done well in a block period this year, but since I'm getting to the end of the semester, I decided to modify it and cram it into one period. Most of the kids could handle it. Third period couldn't.

So it took painstakingly long to even get to the lab because going through the Do Now and going over the homework took freakin' long because I had to say "Cesar, please be quiet" like every five seconds. We finally got to the lab, which is measuring your horsepower by timing how long it takes you to run up some stairs. I think it's a fun lab. Apparently they didn't. Again, it was really just third period who had a problem with it. Everyone else seemed to enjoy it.

And there we are, grinding our way through the lab, when across the hall I see my coworker holding back a girl's hair while she's throwing up into the trashcan. Seems some girls came to school (or maybe did it in school?) drunk and couldn't hold their liquor. And then one of my sixth period students, also drunk, for some reason wanted to bust in her door. She was literally calling security while this crazy, belligerent girl was trying to kick in her door. And then.

SOMEONE LIT A FIRE IN THE STAIRWAY.

Yes, the stairway that my kids were doing their lab in. Yes, the stairway that my third period f-ups were doing their lab in. They lit a flier that was taped to the wall on FIRE.

Of course we had to evacuate the building, and then one of my girls freaked out because the stairway doors closed on her because that's what they do in the event of fire. I had to submit a list of the kids that I knew were in the stairway when the fire happened.. which I'm not proud to say I kind of hoped they had done it because that would mean a lengthy suspension maybe even recommendation for expulsion there. Turns out it wasn't my kids, and I am a little relieved because then that means I'm not responsible, but I think it would be an understatement to say that I was a little wound up today.

Which actually turned out to be a pretty decent day, for the rest of the day, at least. Somehow I shook off the bad mood blue meanies and was pretty cheery by the end of the day. I don't know what that means. Maybe I've just grown accustomed to the crazy. Which.. is kind of sad. But it's my life.