It has become a point of major frustration when people come to me and actually say, "are you kidding me?" when I tell them what is happening in my classroom.
A) I'm not kidding
B) I'm too tired to make this shit up.
C) Seriously, I'm too lazy to make it up too.
So when I say, offhand, "Great, that makes 5 of my students suspended this week for bringing weapons to school," why do people feel the need to say, "are you kidding me?"
No. I'm not kidding. Why would I joke about weapons? Granted, one was a firecracker (isn't that considered arson?) but the other ones were weapons.
Oh you silly boys. Why are you bringing this junk to school? And you stupid adults, why are you questioning my stories? I don't have a spark in my eye. I'm not misleading you with my charming grin. I have a semi-grimace on my face, wondering when we may in fact have to search all students before they come into school every day.
So no, I'm not kidding.
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