Today they got The Talk. Girls came to my room, and boys went down the hall. My boys had been rowdy when they lined up in the room so I made them sit down and try again. Once they got in the hall, the line turned into a blob and got loud again. They only had to walk down two rooms! Girls were already lined up outside of my room, so I stepped into the center of the hall and bellowed, “Hey! Quiet down!” (Oxymoronic, I know.) “Make a line!” And they did.
Apparently right after I went back into my room, Union-Lemming popped his head out of his room (I think the door was closed) and said, “Are you kidding me???” Fashionista was in the hall bring her kids over (she’s the one who told me); she just looked at him and said, “Really?!” She explained why all the fifth grade boys were walking down the hall and HE replied, “Oh, good, well at least it’s something educational.” and closed his door. She was too shocked to say anything, and I have to tell you, that is HUGE because she is really witty and always has a quick comeback.
What a smacked ass!!!
When she told me, I was like, “OH. NO.” His class interrupts us every freaking day when they walk by. Several times a week we have to close our door because his class is so loud in their room but he leaves his door open. (That so totally pisses me off. You mean to tell me you can’t tell your class is being loud? Boy do I miss the days when 5th was the oldest and there was no one else in our hall!) I SO totally wish I had still been in the hall!!! I would have given him a piece of my mind. Though, more likely, he wouldn’t have said it because he only talks like that to Fashionista and Popular Science Guy.
After school, this is what he wrote on the white board outside his room:
Who exactly is the beast?
His room is next to Fashionista’s. What the f*ck is that supposed to mean? Grow up, dude.
