So the air conditioning and heating system in the school is a bit fickle when it comes to working.  During the winter, sometimes, we turn on the heat (sometimes we don't.  That's a separate problem though). But in order for the rest of the school to be above freezing, somehow the third floor classrooms must be blasted with white-hot furnace clouds of torridity.  It's kind of a joke between the 3rd floor teachers ("Oh you've come up to the pent-house eh, do enjoy the sauna!") and we deal by opening the windows.  


One day (March 6th of 2009.  I can tell you exactly because this event is in the aforementioned skull and crossbones book) I was walking around the room helping students with their assignment.  As a student on the other side of the room (let's call him Saul) got up to retrieve what I thought was a tissue, I turned my back to help another student with her work.


Suddenly I hear the students behind me collectively gasp and start chattering.   I turned around to see Saul standing by the open window.  I rushed over there and looked down.  


When he had gotten up the first time, it was to retrieve not a tissue, but
a) the huge container of hand sanitizer I bought with my own money for the students to use
b) a Spanish textbook, and
c) a stack of roughly 100 graded papers from off of my desk


and for no reason, had thrown each item out of the window.  The papers that I had stayed up late to grade floated on the breeze in every direction.  


Let's be clear.  I had not yelled at Saul.  I had not punished him at all, had not even talked to him beyond greeting him at the door that day.  And he took my stuff.  And threw it.  Out of the third floor window.


I marched him to the main office, asking if they had a referral I could write for him (since I had run out). The vice principal happened to be in the office and saw how flustered I was.  She walked up and said, "I'm sorry, that is utter madness, I'll call a parent conference and get him out of your class for the year."


Hahahaha!  Surely by now you know that is not what happened.  Although she WAS in the office, the vice principal impatiently waited for me to finish my woeful story, then huffed, "Well!  Did you go down and get the text book?  Because we need those."  The student was in my class every day after that despite the livid paperwork I filled out.  He was never even assigned detention.


That is all.