Then stick about 300 students in that corridor, 60% with no clue where they are going, 30% decide this would be a great setting to stop and have a chat, and the other are just going to push push push because the excitement of going to their next class is just getting too much.
Now seriously. Throughout my life, i've been told to walk on one side of the corridor. 'Stay out of peoples way', we were told in a principals talk, 'keep to the left', 'don't go blocking the corridor'.
I am beginning to realise I was the only one who bothered to listen in that talk.
Just today, for example, I'm walking to my next lesson. BAM! A group of about six first years, hanging out by the cash machine. Suspicious, much? But anyway. They are pretty much blocking up the entire corridors with their stupid over-sized 'handbags' and white hair extensions, whilst about the population of Europe try and walk down the coridoor. They seemed surprised when someone pushed them out of the way. To be honest, when your personal space is being invaded to the point where you can see the fresh stubble of a girls recently waxed eyebrows, it's not only slightly disturbing what weird things you notice about other people, but how awkward some people are. Intentionally.
I have a thing about manners. There is a reason why we have them. They make us better people. If we screw something up, manners are there to lessen the blow. So when I didn't even detect a sign of remorse from the barbies for pretty much packing us like a tin of sardines, I got really ticked off.
I think kiddies like that caught on cctv should be reffered to compulsory Common Sense classes. They wouldn't need to bother finding a teacher, I'd be ready and waiting. I'd make a great teacher for it too. Look, I already have a lesson plan:
Lesson 1: The dummies guide to manners: a crash course in please, thank you, sorry, and getting the fuck out of my way when I'm trying to walk across campus.
It's a winning formula.
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