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.
Hmmm.
Detective Day will figure this out.....
"Detective Day will figure this out" ;) If we don't laugh, we'll cry sometimes, right? Glad you could write about it and put a twist of humor onto it.
ReplyDeleteYou get them Detective Day! I love the fact you needed to do a quick body check to make sure all parts of clothing were connected. I love these quick moments of time that would pass unnoticed if you weren't a writer. Thankfully you are a writer and you share. (I know what you mean about eyes giving out, but then my brain wouldn't shut off.)
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah! There were way too many posts to keep up with. I'm going to have to have a strategy to tackle as many as I can each day.
ReplyDeleteDetective Day! Love it. Hate not knowing what's the cause of giggling...about ME! I'll bet you were relieved that the laser was the cause!
And sometimes when hearing their giggles and if you can detach yourself from thinking they are about you, don't you want to just join in? I mean, what is better than giggling? And yet, what is worse than being giggled at? And if it isn't you, who are they giggling at? I do think the following the red laser to the source may help...go to the back of the room and hang out for awhile...someone will be squirming!
ReplyDeleteLove that title, Deb. I admire you for even planning a lecture on Fri. afternoon. What a funny story. I can relate to your thoughts very well, although most of the time, it was some mistake I had made & the students just love it when they catch me. You are such a good teacher & that showed through here when you were perplexed but didn't lose your cool. Hope you find that laser, though!
ReplyDeleteOh dear me! Was it coming from my room? I don't think so. (I would have checked my zipper too.)
ReplyDeleteToo funny - but I can relate to that feeling that I must be doing something - looking foolish. Can't wait to hear what you discover.
ReplyDeleteMaybe Detective Day can use Chloe Snoop Dog to find the mysterious laser. Too funny. It must have been part of the TGIF syndrome. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYou kept your sense of humor, and you did the subtle check. That's more than I can do most Fridays!
ReplyDeleteLove the title! Before I even started reading this I had to check mine just in habit (probably shouldn't have admitted that). I can't wait to hear how Detective Day solves this mystery.
ReplyDeleteBoy, you have peaked my interest. I want to know what happens. It reminds me of last Sunday. I lead one song at church and when I went to the powder room discovered that my zipper was down. It made me wonder if it was down while i was up in front of all the people. No one ever said a word, but I sure wonder. Please let us know when the detective solves this mystery! Thanks for sharing! Happy Slicing! ;)
ReplyDeleteI am so glad it was not your class. It is always better when the "betrayal" is from a distance.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you unfolded the moment, so that we could uncover the truth along with you!
Hilarious! I love how you led up to what was causing the giggles--had me hooked. It reminded me of a time when I was in high school and my very active Spanish teacher was gesticulating during a lesson and her blouse was unbuttoned-- glad the laser was playing around on your board and not your body.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great "peek" into the classroom.
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Deb - please keep us posted! I love a good mystery! Was it Mr. Green in the library with a laser pointer?
ReplyDeleteHmmm.... Chris
I like how you took us through your thought process as the story progressed. It really brought me into the story!
ReplyDeleteYou made me laugh--and now I want to know the end of the story! You have got to stay on the case until you figure it out!
ReplyDeleteNo giggles today. I'm pretty sure the laser beam came from the library across the "square". But I don't know which little stinker did it. I will keep checking, however, and will let you know!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun post, Deb. I'm sighing a big sigh of relief to know that even in high school kids play like silly little stinkers. :)
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