The marker bandit strikes again

I was actually in a really good mood this morning. I was organized, prepared for the day, ready to have really deep discussions in all my classes. It's Tuesday. I love Tuesdays. They're shorter than regular days, and they end with my personal training session which is always fun.

Then at the beginning of advisory, one boy pushed another into the door as I was closing it, slamming my hand against the wall. Then somebody stole the only two working white board markers I have. I was stupid enough to leave them out on a desk, so of course they were taken. All my other markers are old and beat. I asked for their return but so far have been unsuccessful. I even did an abbreviated backpack check on some of the more obvious suspects, but to no result. Can you believe I had to check backpacks for white board markers? Seriously. At my old school I could leave my purse alone on a desk in a room with a wide open door, and it would be there when I got back. Here, I can't even leave markers unattended. Then again, that is the name of the blog. It just makes me sad that these kids don't have any problems stealing anything, and even emotional pleas don't move them. When my DVDs were stolen last semester I begged for their return. One was part of a boxed set. Nothing.

I'm going to try to forget that my hand hurts and that I don't have any markers to write with, and remember that's it's Tuesday and I have good lesson plans. I don't want to be pissed off two days in a row.