The first week of school, my entire honors 9th grade class showed up late for class on the third day of school. All twenty-seven of them. One student being late or going to another class is one thing. Even if half of them had gone, I might have thought they were just confused. But an entire honors class getting the schedule wrong? Impossible.
So I went down to the office to find where they could have gone. I spoke to the principal, the academic dean, and the dean’s secretary, who makes the schedule. As it turns out the only reason an entire honors freshmen class goes to the wrong place is if the student schedule is incorrect. The had all correctly followed an incorrect schedule.
Cute, but, well, finished. Not anything to worry about.
However, the following day, we had a whole school assembly, and the principal, in a bid to win the hearts of the upper class-men, told a joke about how everyone did really well the first day except one class that didn’t show up at all. “They were freshmen” she grinned. Mass hooting and laughing from the sophomores, juniors, and seniors.
This week, as we were finishing up Beowulf and moving on to To Kill a Mockingbird, I staged a little Viking raid, using some of my former students. The current freshmen were non-plussed, but I held some hopes that they would at least remember what it was like to have screaming savages burst into your life and leave, and yesterday I got my proof.
The principal came in to observe my teaching. She sat in the back of the room and was mostly silent. When she left, I suddenly realized that the students, all new to high school, didn’t really know who this person was.
One student asked, “Why was she here?”
Another one, rather observantly, and a bit annoyed said, “Isn’t she the woman who made fun of us in assembly?”
I nodded.
Then he asked, “Can we Viking Attack her?”
Laughing at the thought of twenty-seven bony little freshmen storming into the office of a woman who used to teach in a maximum security prison, waving their books at her and demanding an apology, I said, “That’s probably not a good idea,” but I was secretly glad that they even considered it.