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Sorry about yesterday's toxic entry. I'm all fucking better now. Oops. So, today I'm getting ready to leave the computer lab after a long day of making acrostic poems with my students, and one of my guys tells me I need to go look at the wall in the boys' restroom. I'm ordinarily very leery of going in there; once, I had to put out a trashcan fire in the boys' potty, and it ain't pretty. I made the poor kid escort me. He made sure it was empty, and showed me...a piece of art. Some kid had used TWENTY mustard packets (they were on the floor; we counted 'em) to make a cave painting of a shark on the wall. (Our school's mascot is a shark.) It was actually sorta cool. Whoever did it had to get his friends to give him mustard, because they're only allowed one per burger. And, yes, I did check my guy's hands for mustard stains before I reluctantly summoned a custodian. On the Headbone:all of Maroon, courtesy of BdeB. Better than the Headbone virus I gave him yesterday; sorry, dude! |
 
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Cave Art