Three days into the week and there have been fights, yelling, lackadaisical attitudes, etc. It's almost like the school staff are the survivors of the zombie apocalypse and are one by one having their brains eaten by a mob of the undead. Come to think of it, that sounds like a much better scenario. The students aren't those slow moving zombies that you laugh at and stroll away from. They're those newfangled, speedy zombies you can barely keep a step ahead of before you succumb to their endless attacks.
Today was just one step further into zombie domination. I don't make a habit of yelling at students and, for the most part, have held firm to that during the uprising. I've become quite efficient at deflecting zombie attacks with preemptive strikes and indiscriminate distribution of time outs. Even a repeat fifth grader yelling out, "Mr. Baloney" wasn't enough to take me down. It was enough for me to stop, walk calmly over to them, and proceed to inform them about their place in life and respect for adults. The applause from a spectating teacher didn't hurt either.
Still, it has been a lot to deal with. Tensions are high. Nobody knows who will fall to the zombies next. Morale is low, but we keep pushing through hoping for a miracle. I would personally love to see Raptor Jesus come down and smite them. One can dream.
But today was a good day.
And I'll keep shining on.
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