Two Diet Coke Stories In One Day? Yes Please!

First off, I have begun eating lunch with some science and social studies teachers; I'm venturing out.  As an avid people watcher and analyzer (don't be creeped out), it's interesting to see and sometimes join their conversations--how many ounces of Diet Coke would you have to drink in order for the caffience to kill you? 

Today, while discussing the lunch habits of male teachers eating their leftovers cooked by their lovely wives as compared with the frozen meals and soups us single teachers bring along, the subject of Diet Coke arose again. 

I may have mentioned needing another one--yes, it was one of those days.  A smiling co-worker said, "yeah. We need extra strength diet coke."  Someone else said that's what Red Bull is for, but I thought: for me that's a 44oz. :)

As per usual, 4th period follows lunch, and it brought me such hyperactive students today.  My sweet sophomores from last year have now turned into my juniors this year. 

The thing about summer is that over the summer the sweetness they had transfers when they get their driver's licenses.  Yes.  It's happened to two more. 

In they walk with giant Mountain Dews.  With veins brimming with caffiene, 4th period sydrome, and teenage boy, these wee ones, both named the same name--we'll call them Brayden-- were verbally bouncing off the walls.  I moved them twice and talked to them in the halls, but neither boy could calm down.  I was saying, "Brayden(1), stop talking." "Brayden(2), stop talking." "Braydens! We're listening to Kylie."  The problem I found is that they are really funny so it's hard to react as a teacher supposedly should react.

Well, at the end of the day, Brayden(1) says, "Ms. Johnson, because I make 4th period hell for you..."

 I interrupt, "language please."

He continues, "sorry for that too, but because I make 4th period hard for you, I'm gonna start bringing you a coke to class." 

That's when it happened. Right when I should have said, "no, just stop talking" I may have said "diet" instead.  Though I'm going to have to figure something out for my Braydens, I must admit I won't be too upset if at the end of a very long week, my 4th period Friday class starts with a giant Diet Coke. Oops!