Mrs. Hillbilly Mom Needs A Hidden Camera

Sweet Gummi Mary! If Mrs. Hillbilly Mom didn’t know better, she would swear that the ghost of Cus has returned to haunt her classroom! Except for the fact that Cus is very much alive, and working at Basementia. No moonlighting for Cus.

Between the time Mrs. HM left her room at 3:30 on Friday, and returned at 7:30 a.m. on Monday…a 32 oz. foam cup of once-carbonated cola-looking beverage from McDonald’s found its way into her wastebasket, along with a used paper plate, and a strip of blue cellophane packaging.

Here’s the thing. Mrs. HM did not put that trash there. All the other trash of the day, such as used Puffs With Lotion and discarded graded papers that Mrs. HM’s students are not wont to hang on their very own Frig IIs, was gone. So obviously, the trash had been dumped at the end of the day Friday.

In addition, the back row of desks was off by half a tile. That’s right. Moved too far back by half a tile. They are always aligned on the tile seams, you know. If the last class of the day is remiss in doing so, The Pony straightens them. Very strange. All aligned, but on the wrong crack.

What could possibly explain such phenomena? Obviously, somebody with a master key was inside the perimeter. Doubtful that it was a custodian’s child. A custodian would not leave trash after dumping. They are resentful if they clean a room at the end of sixth period, and then seventh period students dare to throw anything away. And what about the desks? It was obviously an insider. One, perhaps, with a group of students, one of whom clamored that Mrs. Hillbilly Mom would freak out if the desks were not aligned properly.

All that comes to mind is the cheeryellers. They decorated the building before Monday morning. Perhaps Mrs. HM’s room was used as a staging area. It IS closest to the gym and cafeteria.

Still. Nobody is putting anything over on Mrs. Hillbilly Mom.