Thirteenth Day

Today, during recess, Katrina came up to me, took me by the hand, and lead me behind the swingset.

I guess I have cooties now, too.

Twelvth Day

Half the class are carriers, now.

Jan tells me I'm being paranoid, but it's true.  The students are terrified.

I don't know what to do.   The other teachers aren't doing anything.  The Principal doesn't care.  I've tried calling their parents, and when I don't get yelled at for "telling them how to raise their children",  I'm getting an "Oh, we'll look into that" that doesn't fix anything.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

Eleventh Day

The carriers got to class first.  They've spread themselves out, so that the other kids can't sit down without  being next to at least one of them.

I turned my back today and I heard Ashley R. scream.  I turned and saw Katrina leaning over her desk.
I ordered her to sit down.

She turned to me, smiled, and went back to her seat.

I don't think I'm going to be able to control them, much longer.

This is crazy.  They're just kids.  I'm their teacher.

I shouldn't be nervous.  I should be taking charge.