I was sitting in the comfy chair next to my colleague's desk when the dismissal bell didn't ring this afternoon. They had turned all the bells off for state testing, and without that common clarion of freedom, the halls were quite a bit less chaotic as teachers dismissed their classes on a more natural, rolling basis. Friday afternoon stretched agreeably ahead.
Even so, a few minutes later, I heard a commotion outside the room. Strident voices were met with the even tone of the social studies teacher. It sounded like it might be near my classroom next door, but from where I sat, I couldn't see what was going on, nor could I quite make out what they were saying. There were a lot of "she's" though, accusatory from the kids, and explanatory from the teacher.
Suddenly it dawned on me what they were discussing.
"Shit!" I swore. "I'm late for Anime Club!"
Even so, a few minutes later, I heard a commotion outside the room. Strident voices were met with the even tone of the social studies teacher. It sounded like it might be near my classroom next door, but from where I sat, I couldn't see what was going on, nor could I quite make out what they were saying. There were a lot of "she's" though, accusatory from the kids, and explanatory from the teacher.
Suddenly it dawned on me what they were discussing.
"Shit!" I swore. "I'm late for Anime Club!"