Greyhound Tardy Party…

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Kids find chaos on the way to class.

Here at Statesville High school, about five minutes before the bell, all of the students crowd around the door waiting for the bell to ring. Students are always in a “BIG” rush to leave but when the bell rings they move more sluggish than a snail. Some are looking for their friends or boo thangs, stopping abruptly in front of you like they’re doing a school bus brake check. It gets very frustrating having to dodge “car collisions” while trying to get to class on time. Some students crowd the hallways to chat loudly with their friends or roughhousing like they’re on the football field, bumping, slamming, jumping, and neck slapping. Honestly, I don’t mind this but I always try my best to stay out of their way. I love using my deep voice to make students believe I’m a teacher. Recently though, I found myself in the path of a road rager. Not doing that again!¬†From the way they walk on the wrong side of the hall, you’d think they’re all terrible drivers. Despite my best effort, by the time I make it to class, my teacher has already marked me tardy.