With time on my hands...

...I learned to travel back in time. (So I've checked that one off my list, too.) I tried to use my time traveling power to go back in time and tell myself not to shave my beard off. But the flash that accompanied the space/time fold temporarily blinded me.

So I accidentally stepped in the toilet.

Defeated, and since my past-self didn't notice, I went back to my own time without saying a thing. So I'm back, humiliated and with a soggy foot.

Students are making fun of me... :(

First thing said to me during 2nd hour: "Dang, Mr. Adams, look how you look!"

The lock-in is taking it toll

Mr. Crawford and Mr. Peters, I don't know how this is affecting you, but I'm definitely finding it harder to, um, you know...ahhhhhhh, um, think. That's it. Think.
Yes, Mr. Peters was the only one who had to stay up all night, but that doesn't mean that Mr. Crawford or myself slept. Mr. Peters made it very difficult. I kept waking up to him pounding on his keyboard or doing exercise over his webcam or talking really fast or, one time, putting on a play with his stuffed monkey.

Anyway, this lack of sleep has completely fried my brain.

But I was too tired to even realize it. A student in my first hour told me: "Mr. Adams you do not know how to dress yourself!"


Upon reflection, that may be true.

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

With time on my hands...

...I learned rocket science.


Only to solve it and have it blow up in my face.