So Brian and I have been mulling over what to do with little red couch that was once in his classroom. One day the Rosemead High School students and staff were told that we were going to have a disaster drill, and that we would be on the field for up to an hour and a half. Brian and I knew just what to do.

A few minutes before the drill alarm I sent a couple of my students out to the field with the couch.

Meet Brian and Joseph, members of both my sophomore Pre-AP English class and Academic Decathlon team. Oh, and now my slaves.

Out to a designated area far from the madding crowd (and school administrators)... claim our territory.

After the "duck and cover" part of the program in the classroom, I lead the exodus to the field, complete with extra beach chairs and beach umbrella.

Brian joined me for a nice mid-morning picnic.

Made in the shade.

Not made in the shade.

The rest of my sophomore Pre-AP English class.

My class had planned a picnic of their own.


So much for a healthy snack.

We be grubbin'.

The less fortunate. In life, as in chess, forethought wins.

Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

When the bell rang it was time for us to return to class (cue Joseph and Brian).

Brian showed that we, unlike many others, cleaned up our mess. That's how we drill.