High as a kite

My 10th grade English class is working in pairs to design symbolic memorials for Holocaust victims. (We're reading Elie Wiesel's Night.) Today is a work day for them, and I instructed them to bring the materials they'd need. I said I'd supply the markers and colored pencils and some paper, along with tape and scissors and glue, but everything else was up to them.

They came in today armed to the teeth. One young man was carrying about two yards of barbed wire. Others had sheets of styrofoam, wire, tissue paper, paint and box cutters. (Yeah, I know, most of this stuff so would not go over well in the States.)

They've been working diligently for the last period and a half. My classroom door is open (it leads to an open outdoor courtyard) and my classroom windows are open as well, but there are three cans of super-toxic smelling paint also open.

I can't speak for the students, but as for me, I'm completely loopy on paint fumes. Whee!