Melissa's Place

SF on the Brain

My blood pressure is perilously high.
My classroom is littered with poster boards and garbage bags, mouldy bread, Petri dishes, hovercrafts, solar powered cars, name brand paper towels and no name stain removers. There are tired-looking students roaming into the building early in the morning, with arms loaded with gadgets and gizmos, parents trailing carefully behind, also heavy-laden with display equipment. The influx of concerned parental phone calls and notes has risen sharply. The school secretaries are avoiding me. Most other staff are pitying me.
It’s Science Fair time again.