I must admit I am not much of a religious person in the belief that the world will come to an end soon at the hands of some worldwide plague.
It will be from the millions of children who come to school, sent by their parents, carrying the plague themselves.
For the last 8 days I have been extremely sick. I still went to work and tried to make it through each day but I felt like I was going to pass out at any given moment. Somehow the combination cocktail of the Ebola virus and the plague the students brought to the school beat me down.
Do you know what happens in a school when an administrator or teacher is sick?
All fighting among students stops.
The students become loving and caring individuals toward each other.
Disciplinary referrals suddenly go to zero.
They sing in harmonious unison.
And the students turn their attention and torment toward the poor sick educator.
Do you know what it’s like getting ten million questions fired at you from multiple sources, at once while you are sick? They demand that you calculate Pi (to the last digit without a calculator) and prepare them for a debate with Mensa International all while demanding the answers for the meaning of life.
And they love it.
I just hope I get better soon because experiencing that ring of torture (where happy children are dancing and singing in unison over my grave) would be the absolute worst way to die.