Monday morning, final exams schedule. My period one 10th grade students are here in my class for the last time.
As the students finish their exam, their energy pulses like a flashing beacon from a space satellite.
Those of you who are finished with your exams, you may be excused to the reading pod. You can sign yearbooks, but no talking. There's still a few people taking tests.
A few minutes later a female student comes running out of the reading area, past me, through the room, and out the door with her hand covering her mouth. Her cheeks are puffed out like a chipmunk; she appears to be about to upchuck.
Curious, I walk over to the reading pod and look in. About six students are sitting on the floor in a circle. All of them looking like they have a case of the mumps. I see a bag of large marshmallows in the center.
What's going on?? You guys aren't even supposed to eat in the building. And why is Martha running out of the room like she's about to throw up?
Sorry miss. We were having a contest to see who could fit the most marshmallows in their mouths. Martha was winning, but then she started to choke.
Nice. Is it summer yet?