A plastic wrapper crumbles: a kid coughs over the noise
A student passes a snack to another one: they say that they just wanted to touch each other (awkward, much?)
A kid bends down, shoves food into his/her mouth that was stuffed in the desk: "Ms. Sarah, I was tying my shoe."
Come on, kids, I wasn't born yesterday. Amy and I were the masters of the note-passing craft in 8th grade history.... there's no fooling us.
And then there's the bathroom pass. Oh, the bathroom pass. That beautiful piece of green wood that's chipping and reveals the random red color underneath (why did they change them from red to green anyway?) with a hole in it hanging by the door. Kids get to come and go as they please, as long as it's not in the first or last 10 minutes of a class. You'd think kids would be running the 100 meter dash to get to that pass in time.
One student passes the pass to another student without hanging it on the wall: "Ms. Sarah, that's not fair, they're leaving me out of the bathroom pass."
One student goes for the bathroom pass while another one has been staring at the door, salivating, waiting for the pass for, God help us all, 3 minutes: "Ms. Sarah, that's not fair, he knew I was waiting and he took it anyway!" "Sweetheart, sit down, he'll be back in 3 minutes." "F*** you."
A student beats another student to the bathroom pass: Waves it in the air, "Hahaha, I beat you to it, just like last period!"
All for a bathroom pass. Really? Do they go home and tell their parents that people swore over the bathroom pass? How do their parents respond???
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