I failed a test.
In school.
A real test.
Kind of a scary test, too.
I'm hoping I never have to go through the real thing ~
Because the consequences are pretty grave.
We had a practice lock-down yesterday. The fact that we have to practice lock-downs like we practice fire drills and tornado drills is a frightening commentary on American society ~ but that's another story.
We're in our lock-down mode with the lights off, shades drawn, students hunkered down between my desk and the computers, silent as a class of mine can be. And then it happens ~ the test ~ My assistant principal tests my door (locked) and then, as she's rattling the doorknob, yells, "Mrs. Barton! Mrs. Barton! Open the door!"
I know I'm supposed to be quiet (and not open the door), but I can't help myself...I answer, (in a very whiny voice), "I'm not supposed to."
At which time I knew I'd failed. It's that whole quiet thing. I gotta work on that.
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