I was out of the classroom today, again, taking care of some bidness that needed taking care of. During part of said bidness I needed to go around to each and every grade-level teacher in the building, some of them twice, and get them to sign and date something.
I had the following conversation, I am not joking, every single time, right down to the under-the-breath profanity:
MR. SILER: <hands teacher clipboard and pen> Sign here, date here, verify this here.
TEACHER: <verifies, signs, stares off into space for a second> What’s the date today?
MR. SILER: September 11th.
TEACHER: Oh… Shit. I feel terrible. Of course it is.
I was commiserating with, oh, the first three or four, and after that just started making fun of people. Because, again: I had this conversation with every single teacher. The best one was the one who was literally showing a video about 9/11 while I was in the room.