Blue Day. Formerly B Day. Day 14.

Every day by a curious quirk of physics the 900 building grows taller. It's almost imperceptible, yet if you have been at Cypress Bay long enough you will feel it. Each day the building grows proportionally to the stairs. I predict that within a decade there will be mountain goats or ibexes eating the leftover school breakfasts that litter the stairs, and the sea of children below will only look like so many quivering un-hatched eggs.

Period five is AP Government and Politics. They slouched into the room like an un-talented cast of Westside Story, awkward and comically menacing. I administered the quiz and attempted to play Eye of the Tiger by Survivor, and they all shouted as if they were from the same hive of murder hornets "Turn off that horrible music. You are old. We only listen to sound cloud rappers with names that start with 'lil." Of course I humored them. Why play music to encourage a class that can't even figure out how to turn on the computers? They just sat there pounding on the closed laptops pretending they were typing and looking around to see if anyone else noticed their ignorance. No one did. I hope they come around soon. If they don't I hope that at least someone will write an "Inspirational Teacher" movie about me.

Sophomore study hall may or may not have been in class. I never looked up from my computer.

AICE Global Perspectives, looked at global issues, from several perspectives. Then partially because I really didn't want to sit through three presentations of Resolution Papers on the Haiti crisis, I dismissed them to Club Love Day, with the express instructions to bully people away from other clubs and steer them towards Model United Nations. I especially encourage the poaching of any debate students.

U.S. History Honors worked on some vocabulary for awhile before we did an experiment to find out how far away the front office is from my classroom. It is exactly 251 awkward teenage steps away. We also played "History Hunger Games". My favorite part was the debate about the five presidents carved onto Mount Rushmore. It is a debate I fear will continue.