Taksation Without Representation

TAKS testing day @ B'wood and this year I'm assigned A Hall Down boys restroom duty. I suppose I can imagine a more meaningless duty, but there is something about the assignment thst seems to bleed all imagination from me.
Actually it is a necessary duty, if not particulary significant or frought with meaning. It's one of those "in case" jobs. I'm not perched outside the boys restroon because high school boys need or want assistance, but because some one of them might want to do something disallowed, like -- I don't know what -- exchange answers, look at a crib sheet, hide in a stall and terrorize some unsuspecting student into a state of catalepsy, causing them to fail the test.
There are so many "in case" situations, so many possibilities for deviant behavior, that you can't possibly anticipate them all. People, in this case test directors and principals, make their best decisions placing guards and watchers who may be able to intervene or, more likely, who's mere presence may prevent someone from attempting wrongdoing knowing an incident is as likely to happen beyond the perview of a guard as within it. As you sit and stare at the hallway, it is too easy to pick at the choices made. I would rather be at work on the rather long list of tasks that I always have at this time of year.
I wonder how seriously the students are taking this? They seemed really wired as they came in.
Okay so one thing I've found out is it is hard to hold the shape an form of a piece of writing in my head well enough to write coherently. I can't tell wherw I've been and direct myself where to go only seeing five six wor lines of text. At best this Blogging by thumb typing on my Treo has the fragmentary style of an old-style newspaper story.