A Day October 31

Today I dressed in my bovine finery. A splendid vision of pastoral serenity bathed in the soft glow from the light of my inner peace lanterns. And then 1st hour dragged themselves into the room, knuckles carving troughs in the dust of the floor as they pulled them along orangutan-like. My teaching was sparkling water for a parched soul and as I spoke passionately of the Market Revolution, they just as passionately ignored me. Some slept, others watched social media, and a few just feigned being absolutely high. I guess. I gave up three quarters of the room and we spent the rest of the class in awkward silence. That was period one and there would be three more to come.

AICE class decided to speak at the same time. All 30 of them. When it appeared the decibels they were expelling like exorcised souls were becoming lost in the cacophony, they raised their volume. Some of them heard me add three slides to the expectations I have for them. Others just curled into a ball like a baby armadillos and lost themselves in the sensory overload.