We were at the final scene of The Good, the Bad, and The Ugly in my fourth period Film Analysis class. A close-up shot of Tuco’s eyes, his hatless head, his empty holster. Angel Eyes, his fingers grazing the handle of his gun. Blondie’s blue eyes darting between the two men. It’s a fantastic climax. The triangle of men, the emasculation of Tuco sans gun and hat. I can’t be sure, but I don’t think any student was covertly texting—all eyes were on the screen.
I was just getting ready to pause the film for a quick analysis when the door opened, casting light into the darkened room. It was Keith, the campus security guard. He waited a second or two as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, then began scanning the room. I wondered which kid he needed, which one had done something stupid at lunch. His eyes found me. He approached, leaned in, whispered, “Ms. H needs to see you.”
Strange. What could this be about? I was reluctant to leave the film and miss the reactions of my students, but I knew not to keep my principal waiting. Keith took my spot at the empty desk I’d been in at the back of the room and I left in the cover of darkness.