We've got'em.
This year our benevolent dictator, also known as the boss, installed cameras in every classroom and in the library and in the teacher's office. We could be watched at every second of every day.
While this did annoy me to no end, I saw any attempt to reverse this action as futile, seeing that the boss had went to the great expense of putting them in during summer vacation. No amount of squawking was going to change that fact.
I really don't care if he watches me teach. It's more the principle of the thing. Instead of raising a ruckus, I went for the passive aggressive approach at getting back at the man.
For the first week, at the end of each class, I instructed my students to turn and face the cameras and put the back of their hands up in the air towards the lens. I showed them exactly what I meant by joining them with my hand out stretched for all who was video taping to see. Then I told them to say loudly and clearly, "Read between the lines." Like good M6s, they did as instructed.
Some smiled, but mostly confused looks spread over the faces of the students, who hadn't a clue as to what that meant.
On the second day, a few of them asked what it meant. I said it was for me to know and for them to find out.
They did. Now they want to do it everyday...
Funny thing, after eight weeks of school, I rarely see the little red camera light on these days. I guess the boss got tired of his new toy. For me, the cameras just gave me another opportunity at cultural development.


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Aren't M6's great? I loved mine; every one.



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