Mr. Forli had probably already been told. Maybe it was better for him to have heard the news from someone else. Still, I should go over there to see how he was taking it. The issue really was not who told him but rather what he was going to do once he knew. I hoped he had not stormed out of the room.
Students love unexpected adult tirades.
It could take the rest of the hour to get them back on task. The thought of what could be happening on the floor below me now seemed only slightly less horrifying than the scene I had imagined when I envisioned myself as the messenger. If I handled my entrance just right I could appear to be coming to everyone's assistance to avert mass confusion. I would arrive, calm everyone, and then comfort poor Mr. Forli. When I walked into the home economics suite, nothing seemed to have changed.