Is My Zipper Down?
Giggles. I try to ignore them. I'm sure that they are just talking about prom or what they are going to do this weekend.
They turn around, look at me and giggle. I'm trying to give a lecture (and God, how I hate to lecture).
They giggle again.
"Really? Giggling? Is my zipper unzipped?"
They turn to each other and laugh.
Last period of the day.
The boys in the back of the room, who always snicker and laugh, are looking at me, then snickering and laughing. And it's contagious. The quiet, shy girls in the corner begin to giggle. They look at me. Turn red. And giggle.
I do the subtle check. I turn around and continue lecturing.
I look at my SmartBoard.
Hmmm. A red laser point is dancing around. I look sharply at the boys in the back. They giggle, but I don't think it's them.
The shades are up. The library and several classrooms are across the square from me.
Detective Day will figure this out.....