Blue Day. Formerly B Day. Day 20.

My hold on this raft is tenuous. Period five appeared today moody and shark-like. I feel that if I slip into the oil smooth waters by letting my guard down for even one minute I will be devoured. I however am bitter with age and disappointment. I feel I am safe for now.

There was a glitch in one of the County's training programs. I took a class and while it was being graded I noticed a file that I had access to that showed completion. This should have only appeared after twenty four hours so I took the opportunity to fill it in.

I only changed one thing.

But enough about me. I know nicknames are a touchy subject, but being an adult and a human I feel that this is at least somewhat appropriate. Also I think it allows me to operate. I'll find out I guess...

I've been avoiding sophomore study hall. Every day they inch closer to my desk. Unfortunately it allows me to eavesdrop on their conversations. Today I convinced them that one of their Language Arts teachers was in fact a cage fighter on the side. I don't think they believe me, but I've planted a seed. I expect a phone call from her if they ask. Perhaps they are too afraid of her now to ever find out for certain.

One of the more outspoken sophists complained about how he kept breaking his braces on boneless chicken wings. It took some questioning by his table mates to discover that the wings were not in fact boneless, but that he was just eating the bones because he assumed all wings were fully edible.

Then a discussion about the thieving habits of monkeys had him tell stories of gangs of capuchins roaming somewhere in South America and robbing people because "they have no morality, they just like shiny things." In fact monkeys will steal from people if they can trade their loot for food. Look it up. The entire class bemoaned the fact that the U.S. didn't have monkeys, but they found comfort in the fact that we do have squirrels and they are "like America's monkeys." I'm not sure what year they start teaching biology in this school, but it can't be soon enough.

THEN, the sophists started talking about their future children. One of them declared that when they become a parent they will tell their child that they themselves were severely overweight when they were in school. Seriously. The reasoning behind this was twofold: One, if the child in question is in fact overweight they will feel it is just genetic and somehow that will give them comfort. Or, two, if the child is not overweight they can tell their own story about how they struggled with weight before overcoming it in college as a way to motivate them. None of them are in fact overweight as far as I can tell.

Today we found out what it feels like to be lied to by a trusted adult. After telling us there was to be no movement in the hallways, we were then sent screaming into the elements to escape an imaginary fire. I feel we all would have been in grave danger. I saved myself and some of my more motivated students. The rest I suppose are still wandering about outdoors.