But something really weird is happening this year. Nearly every teacher you talk to, and it doesn't matter the grade level, has the same two horrible classes every single day - sixth and seventh period.
They are, truly, classes From the Very Depths of Hell Itself. Mine are Horrid. What makes them even more horrid is that my fifth period is AMAZINGLY AWESOME. They are the perfect class. They are the class that makes it fun to be in the classroom. And then...then...sixth period walks in and it all goes to hell. And seventh period is even worse.
Which makes one wonder...what in the world are they putting in their lunch?
I mean, these kids are awful in terms of behavior (and of course, it reflects in their grades). They just can't be quiet, pay attention, follow directions, you name it. (And then my third, fourth, and fifth, all do these things and do them well for the most part.) But after lunch? Good gracious.
Mrs. Eagle has it so bad that her seventh period is about ready to make her throw in the towel when it comes to labs and just make them do workbooks.
Well, actually it's worse than that. We were sitting around at lunch the other day talking about the show Falling Skies. And in that show, the Second Massachusetts is based in a high school. We got us to talking about how long we could hold out against the skitters and the mechs at our school with what we have in our science lab, and so forth. (Okay, we have weird conversations at lunch. You spend all day with 12-year-olds and you'd have weird conversations as well.) Mrs. Eagle said it wouldn't be a problem. Why?
"I'd just give them my entire seventh period to harness and then they'd just leave us the hell alone."
They are that bad.
But sad to say, the aliens would probably give that group back.