Observation

Maybe you didn't find my class interesting. Maybe you were still a little upset that I told that no, you couldn't bring in cookies to class or drink your piping hot tea from a mug. To my credit, I did cave in and let you sip from a more conservative plastic cup and I even let you sit right next to my desk (an odd request from you, really). The students weren't reacting well to the lesson, and surprisingly only one student knew Renee Zellwegger's name. I know, the shock! But perhaps the most shocking moment of my class was when you, my dear fellow teacher come to observe how wonderfully I manage my classes, decided that it was acceptable -- nay, that you had somehow EARNED the right -- to begin to text message your friends and family during the class. And you didn't text on the down low, you put the phone inches from your face and typed out your messages. Here's the slightest hint, observing teacher: um, not a good idea.