Thieves

Before spring vacation three bad things happened. Bad things always seem to happen in threes.

The wallet of the eighth grade teacher was stolen out of her large handbag. It contained almost two hundred dollars she had collected for the eighth grade graduation. She had the bag snug beneath the large table where she keeps her important things--gradebook, etc--and her for-teacher-use-only computer. According to her, no one but members of her class would even know she had her wallet in her big bag.

Though she has a few suspects--students from her own class--she has not been able to find the wallet or the money.

The next day the second grade teacher parked her car in front of the school. We all recognize her car. It's the one with the broken side mirror when the police came fifteen police cars strong to break up a large fight between parents and their basketball playing children and the children of the other team. Their coach, an off duty police officer, was so intimidated, he actually pulled out his gun. (But that's another story for another time.) She parked her car at 7:30 AM. Went back to it because she forgot something five minutes later. It was gone. Stolen from in front of the school.

No suspects in this one. The car has not been recovered.

Incident three: A teacher who left this school to work in the board offices recently came back, went into her old classroom, and took out a carload of science material. My science material. I stored it there the year before when another teacher had that room. Who knew?

Will we get the items back? I doubt it.