It seems like only yesterday Mrs. Hillbilly Mom was bemoaning the behavior of her current crop of pupils. So polite, so respectful, yet not quite up to par in the direction-following department. It must come as a shock to you that Mrs. HM has another two incidents to illustrate her point.
Surely the pupils must have been taken over by a bug. Like the fungi that
turn ants into zombies. Something is making these pupils go against all that
has been ingrained in them this year. It’s as if the rule-abiding part of their
gray matter has been hijacked.
All year, they have understood that what’s theirs is theirs, and what’s Mrs.
Hillbilly Mom’s is Mrs. Hillbilly Mom’s. She doesn’t go past their desk and
rummage about in their possessions. And in return, she expects them to keep
their hands off items on her desk and other furniture. They do not rifle
through the files on her bookshelf. Nor the returnable papers in the bins. Nor
the stacks of future assignments on the back table near her desk.
Sweet Gummi Mary! Those brainwave-hijacking microbes must have been dished
out at lunch. Because the afternoon was Mrs. HM’s nightmare.
First cat out of the bag, an upperclassman, who had partaken of Mrs.
Hillbilly Mom’s instructional stylings TWICE, so is well-versed in her rules of
order…walked into the room, back to his desk, made a pirouette, and
RIPPED THE NAME TAPE OFF MRS. HM’S SPARE ROLLY CHAIR!
Since when does a pupil decide that the furniture no longer needs to bear
the mark of a teacher? The chair had been marked for nigh on 7 years now.
Nobody has ripped off the label. So what if it was only a piece of masking
tape, with Mrs. HM’s last name, MOM, written on it in her own hand, with the
edge a little bit loose? Does that give a pupil the right to rip it right off?
Like a bandaid off a boo-boo? NO! That is an overstep of the pupilly bounds.
Faculty members could come waltzing into Mrs. Hillbilly Mom’s room all
willy-nilly, using their master keys, which everyone except Mrs. HM seem to
possess, and snag that rolly chair for themselves. Or have a custodian abscond
with the rolly chair. It has happened before, people! A custodian took a
regular student chair out of Mrs. HM’s room, and put in its place a crappy
student chair. Flimsy plastic, not the hard wood-like plastic of the chairs
handed down from best ol’ ex-teaching buddy Mabel. When interrogated, the
custodian replied, “Oh. Mr. WiseGuy told me to get him a chair from your room,
and put that one in here.” Yeah. Not happening. He was told to switch them
back. By Mrs. HM. Sweet Gummi Mary! Let them get away with something like that, and next thing you know, they'll be peeing on your leg and telling you it's raining.
THEN, after un-naming the rolly chair...Mac The Ripper said, “Do you have some tape? I’ll put your name on it.”
Yeah, right. Then what was the purpose of The Ripping?
And not two hours later, a young lady strolled from her desk, past Mrs.
HM’s, a distance of approximately 10 feet, and started moving Mrs. Hillbilly
Mom’s stacks of future assignments!
“WHAT are you doing?”
“Moving these papers.”
“MY papers? Who told you that you can
move my papers?”
“Then don’t move my papers! That is not
your desk. Leave my things alone.”
“I am just making room to put my books.”
“You have a desk for your books!”
“But they’ll fall off!”
“There is a slot to put them in! It’s
just on the other side. So you guys don’t fiddle with your phones, hiding them
“Do I have to?”
“YES! You know not to move my things.”
Sweet, SWEET Gummi Mary! Those mind-hijackers were working overtime