"I need an administrator here fast!" She shrieked as she dialed the front office. Now that the door was open we could hear a huge commotion coming from the cafeteria. That usually signals a fight, so within a flash, all of us in the middle of our lunch ran into the lunchroom to restore order and break up what sounded like a doozy of a brawl.
Except when we got there, we didn't see any kids fighting.
What we did see were a number of kids screaming and running up and down the aisles between the tables, and other kids throwing food into the air. They weren't throwing the food at other tables of kids but rather up into the air. This was weird. They usually aim at other kids when they start flinging food.
I happened to be standing by The Monitor (the other adult in there trying to keep 300 kids fed and in control every lunch period) and heard her say "I can't believe all this over a wasp."
A wasp? Yes, a wasp.
It took a moment but I finally saw the wasp buzzing around one of the tables which was sending the girls, and some boys, into fits. Some of the boys were throwing food at it, which only made the wasp madder and caused him to buzz and dive bomb the tables. Which caused more hysteria.
Good gracious, this generation needs to get outside more so they can learn to deal with things like insects without going into hysterics.
We finally got them calmed down, sat them back in their seats, and convinced them that throwing things at wasps doesn't improve their mood. At all. Honestly, I felt sorry for the wasp at this point.
What's really weird is that the wasps have had a nest somewhere near the cafeteria for several weeks now, and that wasps have been showing up at lunch all that time. However, apparently both the 8th grade and the 6th grade kids don't lose their minds when they see a wasp. Just the 7th grade kids do.
Which tells you a lot about the character traits of seventh graders.
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LOL. I often leave my classroom door open and at times, find students swatting at something in the air....usually a bee. Most of the time, it gets back outside safely....sometimes, it meets its demise.
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