It seems like I spend most of the weekend grading work, uploading grades, and preparing lessons. (Because our planning has been sucked away by meetings.)
In any case, this past weekend I was grading tests and eating a low-cal pizza (you can do a lot with those little 100 calorie sandwich things and some turkey pepperoni and low-fat cheese with some sauce and seasoning.)
At the same time.
Which was probably a stupid thing to do because, of course, I dropped a glob of sauce onto one of tests. Crap! I wiped it up real fast, and hoped that the student wouldn't notice. Heck most of them don't look at anything other than the grade, if that.
I totally forgot about this until today. I'd handed the tests back towards the end of class, and as luck would have it, the Pizza test happened to belong to Shadow Boy. Shadow Boy is a kid who, for some reason I have yet to figure out, would rather sit right next to my work station than at a lab group with other kids. I get these kids once in a while, ones who prefer adults to their own age group. Shadow Boy is smart, and with his trendy hair, cool clothes, and earring, is extremely popular and cool, but he still wants to sit up by me. Go figure. I think he likes having a grown-up to talk to. And truth be told, he's pretty entertaining.
In any case, he holds up his test and points to the pizza stain. "What's this?" he asks.
I was busted. Darn it! "I was grading papers and eating lunch at the same time and the pizza dripped on your paper. I'm sorry. I really tried to clean it up."
"Really?" he asks, intrigued that we actually do normal things like eat pizza. He then puts the paper up to his nose, sniffs, and cocks his head to the side for a minute. Finally he says, "Papa Johns?"
"Uh, no, kind of homemade lo-cal," I respond.
"Cool," he says. "Although it does smell like Papa Johns."