Angry Student: Why is it doing that?
Mr. Long-Slavic-Last Name: Because it hates you.
A.S.: Mutter mutter, snarl.
Mr. L-S-L-N: What are you doing in the workroom, pray tell? [Students are verboten in the workrooms without an adult present. Their adult]
A.S.: Trying to make a copy for Fr. Martinez.
Mr. L-S-L-N: There’s the problem. It knows you are a student and it rejects your imposition on its nap.
A.S. [deflated]: Oh.
The problem with the student’s effort was that A.S. did not have the pass code for the teacher in order to make a copy, and should have gone to She-Who-Knows-All, the school secretary, to have a copy made. Thus the printer’s refusal to function. You can’t skip any steps when dealing with the Printing Gods.
Cannoneer 1: Mrs. Verbum doesn’t let us have any fun.
Miss Red: Oh?
Cannoneer 1: We weren’t allowed to use 6th graders as catapult ammunition.
Miss Red: [struggling to keep a properly stern and serious expression] I see.
Cannoneer 2: And we weren’t allowed to shoot anything at the sixth-graders, either.
Miss Red: That would be disappointing.
Given the size of the “table-top” catapult, I can see why Responsible Adults intervened.
Group of Huddled Students: Mutter, mutter, whisper, mumble. [Furtive glances up and down hallway]
Miss Red: Is this a plot or a cabal? Because if it’s a cabal, I want in.
Furtive Student #1: It’s a plot, Miss Red.
Miss Red: Oh?
Too-Chipper-Young-lady: We’re overthrowing the bourgeoise and leading the vanguard of the proletariat!
Miss Red: [to self] Fr. Martinez must be teaching about liberation theology again. It’s that time of the semester. [Aloud] Very good, then. Carry on.
G-o-H-S: Yes, ma’am!
Disgruntled Senior: Hey, that’s not fair! [points out front door]
Mrs. Omnisapientia [former school secretary, filling in for the day] Oh?
D.S.: Just because we took the teachers’ parking places is no reason to lock us in.
Fr. Pax [Aka the Headmaster, as he and Sr. Scholastica and several other administrators and department heads emerge from meeting]: I’m certain there are a much larger number of reasons for locking you in than merely taking up all the faculty parking.
D.S.: [mumbling] Maybe.