Yesterday I stayed late at school to play a bit of catch up. I emailed parents, marked some papers, planned some lessons, and made a study guide for our upcoming test.
One would think this would be good karma, YES?
Nodda.
Phil was going to be at basketball until 6ish and so I decided to take a cab home when I was done at 5:30. I said goodbye to Phil and went to exit the school at the back gate. Well, at this gate there is a little booth you must exit through if the main gate is closed. I entered it. Opened the first door. Walked two steps. Went to open the next door......
LOCKED.
Turned around to open the first door.....
LOCKED.
Turned back around to double check the other door was locked....
YEP. LOCKED.
Turned around once again to double check the OTHER door was locked....
YEP. LOCKED.
You know what "being a good teacher" got me?! THIRTY MINUTES in a JAIL-LIKE SETTING. First I laughed. Then I hollered for a guard to come save me. Then I "body-checked" the doors in an attempt to escape. Then the room got stuffy. And I felt really hot. And my heart started to pound. And I knew I was doomed.
TWENTY-FIVE minutes of PURE PANIC ensued with phone calls to Phil, Steve, Emily, Cathy......(or anyone who could possibly contact a guard to get me out of there)!!! No one was around. NO ONE. The guards were MIA and everyone else had done the SMART thing and left school on time! Bah. It was NOT NICE. I can only hope that the security tapes are burned to ashes.
Anyways, the GOOD NEWS is that my cries were finally heard and I was released! Phil and I cabbed home together and we laughed with the neighbours about how HILARIOUS the story is to those who aren't the main character. Which is true.
GOSH. I hope I never get thrown in the slammer......
My cell mates may just earn themselves a LIFE SENTENCE. That's how long you get for murder, right? BAHA.
One would think this would be good karma, YES?
Nodda.
Phil was going to be at basketball until 6ish and so I decided to take a cab home when I was done at 5:30. I said goodbye to Phil and went to exit the school at the back gate. Well, at this gate there is a little booth you must exit through if the main gate is closed. I entered it. Opened the first door. Walked two steps. Went to open the next door......
LOCKED.
Turned around to open the first door.....
LOCKED.
Turned back around to double check the other door was locked....
YEP. LOCKED.
Turned around once again to double check the OTHER door was locked....
YEP. LOCKED.
You know what "being a good teacher" got me?! THIRTY MINUTES in a JAIL-LIKE SETTING. First I laughed. Then I hollered for a guard to come save me. Then I "body-checked" the doors in an attempt to escape. Then the room got stuffy. And I felt really hot. And my heart started to pound. And I knew I was doomed.
TWENTY-FIVE minutes of PURE PANIC ensued with phone calls to Phil, Steve, Emily, Cathy......(or anyone who could possibly contact a guard to get me out of there)!!! No one was around. NO ONE. The guards were MIA and everyone else had done the SMART thing and left school on time! Bah. It was NOT NICE. I can only hope that the security tapes are burned to ashes.
Anyways, the GOOD NEWS is that my cries were finally heard and I was released! Phil and I cabbed home together and we laughed with the neighbours about how HILARIOUS the story is to those who aren't the main character. Which is true.
GOSH. I hope I never get thrown in the slammer......
My cell mates may just earn themselves a LIFE SENTENCE. That's how long you get for murder, right? BAHA.
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