Mr. Adams' Diary: 6th Entry

Dear Diary,

What does it take for something to come unglued?

Heat? A lot of moisture? Well, I have both of those. I'm a nervous wreck. I'm sweating, I have chills. Being boxed up in this building--oh, we call it, 'locked-in' I guess--is really wearing on me. I don't know how much more we can take...


All the sweat is getting caught in my beard and it's really itching a lot! I can't stand it! I can't stand it! It itches so much! Oh, oh no, I could never! No! Not those!!!

But my hands...seem...to...have...a...mind...OF THEIR OWN!

Mr. Adams' Diary: 5th Entry

Dear Diary,

Great news! Three of my friends came to visit me and cook me food tonight! It was a really welcome break to see them and to eat some delicious food.

They made homemade garlic bread, a salad with goat cheese, and a pesto pasta made with basil from my garden. Here's a picture:
It really hit the spot.

Some of my friends are weirder than others.

But Diary, what really was embarrassing--and it's only something I'm going to show you--was when they were leaving. I saw them walking to the door and I already started to miss them so much--I just couldn't take it, Diary. So I dove for their ankles and just held on for dear life, begging them to take me, too.

They just called me a weirdo, shook their legs free, and left. They said not to call them again. Why am I stuck in this place?

-Mr. Adams

Mr. Adams' Diary: 4th Entry

Dear Diary,

I've had a lot of time to ponder today.

And, mainly, it's been while I've been asleep. I've been doing that A LOT today.

After that thing whatever it was wouldn't leave us alone last night, I am seriously sleep deprived. I mean, this is how Mr. Milton found me when he got to school this morning.

I fell asleep with the 32nd cup of coffee I had yesterday in my hand. I couldn't even get to the couch where I was planning to sleep for the night.

Then, while I doing last minute work for today's lesson, I almost had a tragic accident.

Fortunately, one of my fellow teachers gave me a hand.

Then, during my planning period, I was on my way to the cafeteria for lunch duty. One minute, I was strutting down the main hall, the next, I was waking up on the floor with a student nudging me with his toe. "Mr. Adams, the floor ain't a bed," he said.


It continued during lunch duty. Apparently, I didn't wake up for the food fight. Ms. Buras caught a slice of apple pie in the face.


That's when I got sent to TOR with a referral. It's been a stressful day so far.
Now, Diary, I stole these photos from the school's files. I'm only sharing them with you, then I'm going to burn them. I know you'll make sure no one else sees them.

That's all for now.

-Mr. Adams

Mr. Adams' Diary: 3rd Entry

Dear Diary,

I know Mr. Peters' has been having a hard time staying awake. I saw him asleep fall asleep while walking in the hall. One minute he was walking. The next, asleep standing straight up!

Diary, Mr. Peters isn't the only one having a hard time. I also have been caught dozing off at inopportune times. One of my rascal kids snapped this photo of me while we were finding percents of a circle graph as degrees.

Yes, Diary, I immediately confiscated the camera and wrote the student 3 million referrals for embarrassing me--so I only share this photo with you, Diary. One of my greatest humiliations.

All the coffee I consumed earlier in the day is coming back to haunt me, as I am continually dozing off.

I need to find something to wake me up soon, Diary, or I might fall asleep and not wake up until the start of school tomorrow. And I need to shower tonight. I'm starting to stink a little bit.

Uh oh, my eyelids are starting to get heavy agiansdddaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Mr. Adams' Diary: 2nd Entry

Dear Diary,

All the teachers are gone. I've been trying to fill my time with math problems. I've done 23 pages already--equations, volume, central tendency, you name it--I'm trying to keep myself busy. I think I'm going to move onto something a bit harder: rocket science. I'll keep you posted on that.

I kept playing chess against myself, but every time I got ahead, I just caught back up to myself, so I quit.

Also, I've been tearing through my Sun Chips supplies at an alarming rate. If I keep this up, they won't last the week. Sure, staying inside of a building for 120 hours can drive you nuts. Sure, Mr. Crawford's blaring the Alabama fight song on repeat is annoying. (I've been pounding on his wall for him to turn it down for over an hour.) Sure, just being in the same building as Mr. Peters is enough to drive someone looney tunes.

But I think my Sun Chips supply running out is the biggest danger to my sanity.

I think I'm going to play some basketball now. You know, to take my mind off the fact that my...Sun...Chips...are...ALMOST GOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!!!11!!1!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!111!!!11!!!!!

Mr. Adams' Diary: 1st Entry

Dear Diary,

It's 3:43pm on April 20th. It's also the first day of the lock-in. The children are gone, my fellow lock-in-ers are in their rooms, other teachers are still here, too, but I know they will leave. Then it will be me, Peters, and Crawford. I wonder how dark it gets at night? Shoot! Diary, I forgot my nightlight!

That brings me to my next problem: where to sleep? Right now I'm considering the couch in the library or the couch in Ms. Pierson and Ms. Alexander's room. I'll probably just flip a coin, but it'll be awhile before I'm going to crash for the night so I'm not going to worry now.

Hold on.

Okay, I just double-checked my provisions. I have two(!) bags of Sun Chips, some cans of soup, a frozen pizza, tea, raviolis, and--this will be a total surprise to my students--plenty of bread and pb&j! Good. I think I'm good on the food end.

Diary, I'm glad the students here at Southeast worked so hard on the LEAP, but, boy, this is really a doozy of a bet we made! Five days in the school without leaving!

Well, wish me luck--I'll write in you later.

And remember, Diary, this is only between you and me.

-Mr. Adams