Day 8. Again.

Today U.S. History took a quiz on the Civil War. Or at least what they think was the Civil War. I realize I have the ability as a teacher to create lessons that will hold the attention of my perpetually sleepy class that may keep their attention longer. "So, when the dinosaurs were forced to give up their armor to the shadow aliens, who later took the name 'human' it was then that the Civil War was truly lost and the dinosaurs were extinguished. The remaining few forced themselves to evolve into chickens and now we eat them, and occasionally in one final humiliation we shape them into dinosaur shaped nuggets to remind them of the glory they lived in their storied past." I mean, if we can just make up history, I may as well do that. For now responsibility restrains me and I build the foundations of future educational houses upon bricks made of truth.

Comprehensive Law learned the Joy of mini-books. Inside every future FBI agent is an artist waiting for the opportunity to scribble with color pencils. It's heartwarming to see the way their little fingers wrap around the tools of their education, and with their tongues partially out they scribble out creations that will someday be stuck on a refrigerator door, and eventually onto the walls of the Guggenheim Museum, or some other great showplace of creativity.

AICE Global Insecurity asked numerous questions and I answered all of them, although each question erodes the already melting glacier that is my passion for not answering questions. I realize it's part of the job, but it still drains me. Wait until they find out I made up hanging indents just to mess with them.

My sophomore study hall still does not know that this blog exists. Each day they shuffle in as awkward as dogs wearing Crocs and immediately begin asking for bathroom passes. Actually dogs wearing Crocs I would have some sympathy for. Obviously only a socio-path would force that upon an animal. There are actually people that wake up in the morning and think "Which Crocs should I wear today" the awful reality is that they have multiple pairs. One day the world will recognize this fashion travesty and memorials will be built. Until then, they remain the desperate refuge of someone in a hurry to get to school without having to think too much about tying knots. Or, more likely, learning to tie knots in the first place.