Upon entering my classroom this morning upon my arrival at work, feeling vaguely impish, I wrote the following on my whiteboard. I deliberately wrote the words relatively small and up at the top of the board, not front-and-center like I might with something important I wanted the kids to read:
THREE day WEEK end
(clap, clap, clapclapclap)
My sixth hour is the tampon crew. Typically between fifth and sixth hour I will go use the teacher bathroom, which is in the office area across the hall from my room. The kids know this, and they’re well-behaved enough that if I leave them alone for a couple of minutes while I go get rid of my lunch, nothing bad is going to happen, and if I’m not in the classroom the very second the bell rings no one is going to panic.
That little phrase was on the board all day, and none of the students commented on it.
I came out of the bathroom and saw/heard one of my kids in my room say “Okay, he’s coming!”
And then the chanting started.
And they were being so loud and I was laughing so hard that I couldn’t breathe, which wasn’t exactly encouraging them to stop, and it took the principal poking her head into the room before everything calmed down. She wasn’t pissed or anything but she was definitely wondering what the hell was going on.
I find myself glad that my classroom isn’t on the second floor. One can only imagine what the teacher underneath me might have thought.