Something I've noticed: some people, they just love making themselves miserable. A kid will look at a great new stepdad and go running to the guy who pounds the shit out of him for sneezing. A kid will get detention for a week, then decide their life is worthless and do something that gets them expelled.

A kid will mess up...then decide they want to ruin the life of the teacher who tried to help them every step of the way.

Sometimes it's hard to keep the faith, man.

"Fillmore...Please.... you KNOW I couldn't have done what they say I've done!" Miss Grotke had spent the better part of the last hour in the safety patrol office, begging for help. The situation didn't look good.

Now, Miss Grotke was our school's resident "cool teacher". The kind of person who actually loves what they do. the kind of person who actually cares about their students beyond what the state requires. The kind of person who life hasn't beaten down yet. I hope that this case doesn't do that.

Seems someone got ahold of her computer password and had been logging in as her to work around the school's site blockade. Problem is, that means each site that was visited popped up under her name: not a big deal when it's just some idiot checking Myspace... but then someone started going further. Heavy stuff. Bad stuff.

Stuff that could get Miss Grotke fired. And worse.

O'Farrell piped in with his usual helpful banter, a print-out of the sites Miss Grotke had allegedly visited in hand. "Holy Cow, Fillmore, have you SEEN this?" Danny, you idiot. Don't do this. She's RIGHT HERE.

Of course, he did. "Social sites, Torrents, a LOT of porn sites..." Miss Grotke began to sniffle. "...And what do you think 'DeviantART' is?"

Miss Grotke began to sob. Thanks, Danny.

After that little bit of 'help', Danny decided to chip in some more as I lead Miss Grotke out of the room, reassuring her every step of the way. "Should I start bringing in people who've used the password?"

Danny, you idiot. A) There's no way to tell who USED the password. B), Even if you find someone, they're not going to confess to stealing it. C) It's incredibly easy to hide behind how viral this is: someone could've taken it from a friend, given it to another friend, and on and on. You'd be at it all day.

All day...

"Get on it, champ." I tell Danny, before giving him a friendly slap on the back.

At least Ingrid and I will be able to get some real work done.