Here's a great story from my early years as a teacher? Anyone else have any good stories? This happened to me one day when I was teaching in Illinois. We had just finished a rehearsal (I'm and band director), and I let the kids put their instruments away. Part of my routine at the end of the day is to have the students return to their original seats while waiting for the bell to ring. The classroom that I was in had concrete and carpeted risers in three tiers that were shaped in arcs. We were there waiting, and I had placed myself at the top of the third tier where I could see what was happening around the room. The class was quiet. We had approximately one minute to go before the bell rang, and it seemed like any other day. This is where the story gets good. I heard a commotion on the other side of the room, and suddenly there were flames rising five feet high around a group of students. I rushed over to see what was happening. Without hesitation, I told a student near the fire alarm to pull it as quickly as possible. She smiled really big and pulled the alarm like it was something she had always wanted to do. The alarm was sounding, and all I could think about was getting the kids out of the room. The flames would not go out. It was as if I was stomping on napalm. One of my brighter students suggested that we somehow put the fire out. I thought about throwing a tuba player on the fire and having him roll around, but I hesitated. Instead, I grabbed a music folder and popped the flames with a sudden blow. This smothered the flames and finally put them out. At this point, the entire school was out of the building, and the superintendent, who was also the principal, was on his way in. We stood there talking about what had happened. He was not kind to me with his speculation of what had gone on in my classroom. His gut reaction was to ask, “Where were you when this happened?” I stood my ground and told him that I was watching the entire class. I reminded him that the student who did this was supposed to be removed from my class the week before. Instead, he was sent to ISS and then placed back in my room a week later because he needed the credit to graduate. I also pointed out that the entire reason he was in our school district in the first place was because he had been expelled from the last school he attended for similar problems. I later received an apology from the superintendent and new carpet in the band room. The old carpet was ugly green, torn, and it smelled like rotten eggs and fish. As for how the fire was started, the student was angry at being back in my class and decided that he would use some lighter fluid to start a little camp fire in the band room to make sure he was kicked out for good. After some mediation with a lawyer and his expulsion from our school district, I learned that I cannot see everything in my classroom, even by the light of a campfire, and you can never predict what will happen at any given moment.