Detention

So I had my yearly opportunity to sit with the evil and dastardly this afternoon, when I supervised prep school detention. A few show potential to be low-level white collar criminals, but the rest are just here for the gum-chewing, un-approved ladybug costume variety of sin. Nothing that smacks of a lifetime of crime.

And of course, there's me, the teacher, smacking her gum as she takes detention attendance.

It's a quiet group, cracking their knuckles and staring at me, as if I can make the clock move forward more quickly. For most of the 45 minutes, I just try not to laugh out loud.