The Police and Sonic

I went to the county police headquarters after school today because they are the only ones in the area that still do fingerprints by ink and offer those services to non-residents. I got there and explained what the services I needed and showed them the paperwork. One officer in particular was quite happy to be of assistance. He escorted me to the back where people are processed before placed either overnight or a couple of days in a cell. However, I had to leave the "naughty room" because a "naughty" person needed to come in and be processed and then escorted down the hall to the containment building.

I sat in the lobby in front of the metal detectors and scanning machines. The officers told me to ask for people's ID if they came through while they processed the girl. I knew they were just being kind and "giving me a job" to do while I waited. Nobody came through. I was slightly disappointed.

Anyways, my fingerprints were soon taken. The officer was very proud of how they turned out. Apparently, they were so well done that he said he was going to make a copy of them, enlarge and frame his handiwork. We had fun. To get the ink off my fingers, he told me to squirt a little bit of Sonic's cherry limeade flavoring on my hands and rub it all over. I asked for the story.

"I went to Sonic a while back and they didn't put enough cherry limeade flavoring in my slushee so I asked for mere. They apparently took it a little too literally and they gave me the entire jar. I didn't know what I was going to do with it, but luckily for me, it turns out it's pretty good at getting stuff off your hands."

I will not be drinking Sonic slushees of any flavoring from now on.

Something's Wrong With Shakespeare

As an educator, I do not choose the curriculum that will be taught in my classroom. The school board and the state of Illinois decide that. However, it bugs me entirely when students think that I control the content of the classroom. As the teacher I get to decide how to teach the material, but I am told what the material is.

My sophomore English class is beginning Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. We haven't even started reading it yet; we've been doing background information on Shakespeare and Elizabethan times. I have one student, Z, who absolutely refuses to participate no matter what. His reason?

"I had a bad experience with Shakespeare. I'm not doing Shakespeare again."

In response, who hasn't had trouble with Shakespeare?

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