A group of nine third graders plot to attack their teacher. Much scarier than my post title would suggest. I should know better. Roger Waters warned against "dark sarcasm in the clahss-room." But maybe I do know better. Every year, first order of business is to reassemble my signature bit of architecture: The Fort. Going on 4+ years without a successful invasion. I speak softly and maintain a vigilant post atop the mighty walls of my impenetrable stronghold. It is my Helm's Deep. And if my Roosevelt pose doesn't work, The Fort is outfitted with a microwave (seriously) - good for popcorn and other treats so that I may kill them with kindness. I don't know about catching more flies with honey, but I know high-school juniors are suckers for a bag of Orville Redenbacher's Tender White.
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