What was the last thing that Jesus said to his disciples at the Last Supper?
"Okay, all of you who want to get in on the picture, get on this side of the table."
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends
Okay, so it has been a while. Mea culpa.
By now you've heard about the latest shooting spree in Minnesota on Monday the 21st. Not to be outdone, my school just had to have another lockdown the very next day.
Tuesday the 22nd, during 5th period, the dean comes on to say that "the teachers' lounge has been closed for the remainder of the day." That's our code for, "the shit's going down and we're probably fucked." She went on: "Please close your doors and keep your students out of the halls. All teachers on their planning periods, please come to the main office now."
Have you ever noticed how bad you have to take a whiz when you can't take a whiz? No? How about telling a teen-aged girl with a bladder infection that she's got to sit there indefinitely: ever done that?
So a few minutes later, the dean comes back on the P.A., this time a little more frantically, "Please keep your students in your classrooms. Do not allow your students into the halls for any reason." We, the faculty, were actually doing okay keeping order until this point. Apparently, there was some idiot, a substitute, hard at rest earning his or her ninety-bucks-a-day, who let the students wander around with the hall pass. We eventually get a note from one of the hall-duty teachers that both our fair school and the junior high next door are both on lockdown, and the administration from both schools are patrolling the grounds looking for something.
The end of this story is something of a letdown. The administation at the junior high found a loaded pistol magazine (no word of the caliber) in a locker thanks to a tip. No gun, just the "clip." The whole ordeal was over in about 25 minutes. I'm glad it was nothing, don't get me wrong, but I think I'm becoming jaded. Not even the sounds of gunfire from the Mexican hood next to the school makes me jump anymore.
By now you've heard about the latest shooting spree in Minnesota on Monday the 21st. Not to be outdone, my school just had to have another lockdown the very next day.
Tuesday the 22nd, during 5th period, the dean comes on to say that "the teachers' lounge has been closed for the remainder of the day." That's our code for, "the shit's going down and we're probably fucked." She went on: "Please close your doors and keep your students out of the halls. All teachers on their planning periods, please come to the main office now."
Have you ever noticed how bad you have to take a whiz when you can't take a whiz? No? How about telling a teen-aged girl with a bladder infection that she's got to sit there indefinitely: ever done that?
So a few minutes later, the dean comes back on the P.A., this time a little more frantically, "Please keep your students in your classrooms. Do not allow your students into the halls for any reason." We, the faculty, were actually doing okay keeping order until this point. Apparently, there was some idiot, a substitute, hard at rest earning his or her ninety-bucks-a-day, who let the students wander around with the hall pass. We eventually get a note from one of the hall-duty teachers that both our fair school and the junior high next door are both on lockdown, and the administration from both schools are patrolling the grounds looking for something.
The end of this story is something of a letdown. The administation at the junior high found a loaded pistol magazine (no word of the caliber) in a locker thanks to a tip. No gun, just the "clip." The whole ordeal was over in about 25 minutes. I'm glad it was nothing, don't get me wrong, but I think I'm becoming jaded. Not even the sounds of gunfire from the Mexican hood next to the school makes me jump anymore.
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