Day 40. Deceit.

I don't know who taught the neighbor kid to whistle, but that person should be made to live the rest of their lives in an aviary.

Speaking of annoying children, this morning I received a mandate from the district to give the mandatory test I was saving for Thursday, today. As everyone knows I spend my time in the classroom lounging on my fainting couch, drinking mint lemonade and taking short naps. Sometimes, in between I occasionally stand up and shout things like "Abraham Lincoln" and "Free Silver" etc.

Today of course I was planning on doing even less than that, but of course I had to now administer this assessment to give the County the proper assurance that I do in fact occasionally teach. So, after designing the most convoluted process possible for administering a test, I promised my class extra credit just for completing it. HOWEVER I also told them to be as honest as possible when answering the questions. Well, apparently my teaching technique is so effective that quite a few people that I truthfully believe don't even realize that school is happening around them, managed a perfect score. I assume the district is lowering the bar, or I am in fact the greatest teacher since Socrates.

I played a game of Geoguessr against my entire FBI class and I beat them (at the game, not literally) and all of them were humbled. It didn't matter where in the world the picture in the game was taken the answers were often wildly ridiculous attesting to the "hot house" nature of the children. Picture of mud huts and the Himalayas in the background? Tampa. Picture of cars driving on the left side of the road through rock wall lined villages? Tampa. Every guess. Tampa in the spring as the snow melts, Tampa with all of the road signs in French, etc.

AI apparently doesn't spell well. It will fit right in.

AICE Global Perspectives happened. That's all.

Then once again AP Study Hall managed to smuggle in some contraband kid. It took me a while to notice. They are cagey little ruffians.

After school I went onto the roof to fix a vent that was leaking, before the impending storm had a chance to dump gallons of water into my attic. The neighbor kids start asking me if I was there because of the storm. "No, I live here now. The iguanas have taken over the inside of the house and I'm more comfortable on the roof."

That seemed to be a solid answer for them and they slouched off to continue whistling and just being terrible modern versions of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.