Classroom Key

At my previous Bulgarian school, I once accidentally took home the classroom key. It was the talk of the whole school – much more significant than when I overlaid and missed a lesson, when I confused my timetable and let students leave 40 minutes early, or when I muddled up the children at parents’ evening. A few days later, the key vanished again. A security guard pulled me out of my class and led me by the arm to the director for questioning. It turned out the cleaner had it. They had to use one of the spares until she arrived.