Seemed like it was going to be another day on the mill, nose to the grindstone.

Filed the kids in and out, ate my lunch, took attendance...you know, all the basic mundane requirements of my job.

Then, seventh (and last) period rolled around. I stopped in the teachers' lounge to pop a mini-bag of popcorn. A little mid-afternoon snack now allays the hunger pangs later. Anyway, I set the timer for 1:30 minutes and then buzz quick to the bathroom. I come back to blankets of smoke issuing forth from the microwave like an electronic Mount St. Helens. Within seconds, the fire alarm goes off and the entire school has to evacuate.

Yes. All me. Without assistance from anyone, I manage to clear out the entire school. Thankfully, it wasn't for long...just a couple of minutes.

Methinks I'll add that to my list of stupendous educational achievements...right underneath getting written about on the boys' bathroom wall earlier this year.