Here's how it all went! (& Listen to audio here.):
During Yearbook class, Monkey tries to crop digital photos of Boston monuments. He doesn't fully get the concept.
While I was teaching, I couldn't have Monkey in the classroom, because, well...
First of all, puberty does odd things to the human brain, and there is a LOT of puberty in my classroom. I didn't want Monkey to be harmed by any sort of impulses. Also, I would have to explain about him, and about the little things stuck to his fur, and we had important things like Shear Strength and Metal Fatigue to learn about today. So I put him safely in the little nest I made in my school bag, where I presume he stayed safely throughout the day.
Monkey liked the sounds my computer made as I edited cafeteria photos, and pretended the monitor was a pony.
On the way home, he wanted to stop for marshmallows, but I explained to him that it doesn't work that way. He wondered whether they sell marshmallows and/or pies on the platforms, and kept watch for that. He is still hoping and asking.
I hope the banana cream pie I am making isn't too big of a letdown, after that.