Two of them went the post-apocalyptic route, reasoning that the world will be ending in 2012 (1).
In both stories I was still teaching in that room.
One student had me continuing to try and teach creative writing over the screams of the prisoners swinging in the bird cage-like cells that would hang from the ceiling. Post-apocalypse my classroom would also be serving as a dungeon.
The other student noted that "the war had changed me." He was correct. In his vision of the future I had a peg leg.
However, I also had a really great leather club chair where I could sit and regard the dismal, dying outside world.
So, hey, lemons. Lemonade (2).
1. Damn you to hell Hollywood!
2. And yes. I'm that big a geek. I actually got a little thrill from the idea that these kids see me as always teaching at the school...apocalypse or not.