Tomorrow I have an evaluation with the newest administrator in our building.
"Ms. Flower," she told me yesterday, "we need to get together and find a time for me to sit in on one of your classes." She paused for a moment. "I like going to the bad ones."
"Well," I said, "I have some of those. I'm sure we can work something out."
I stopped her in the hall today to ask if she'd like to come to my fourth period class tomorrow. "I can practically GUARANTEE they'll be bad," I said.
"Fourth period? On a Friday?" she asked. "Are you sure?"
I just shrugged, but my face must have said what I was thinking, which was, Day and time make no difference; it is always the class from the Bad Place.*
"I guess I asked for it, didn't I?" she said, and we laughed and went our separate ways.
*I forgot it's the Friday before a three-day weekend. It will be worse than bad. It will be apocalyptic.