So on Wednesday, a student stole my phone during the earthquake drill we had at our school. It had to be during that drill because that was the only time I had my door unlocked, and I left my phone on top of my desk like a putz due to the fact that I had been running around that morning trying to get things set up for an awards ceremony we are having on June 4th. Anyhoo, I thought I had misplaced it, and I had spent thirty minutes looking for it. I told the hubby when I got home, and he called AT &T to see if any calls had been placed. None. The next day I go to work, and around seventh period I find a note in my box stating that my phone had been found in Caroline Graham's locker? What????
So I check everything on my iphone...and no evidence. The only thing the little shit did leave behind was a history of his web search: porn, up one's skirt, and Paris Hilton blow jobs.
I feel so violated, but THANKFUL that I did get my phone back. I guess I will be putting a passcode on it now. Grrr.
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