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Okay, my friends, I am so glad that today is Wednesday and I’ve made it half way through the week.
Listen to this.
We were supposed to be able to play on the south side of the blacktop today, but we couldn’t. They were still painting. In fact, they were just painting EVERYTHING. Yellow caution tape was surrounding the entire playground and we basically had a teeny walkway in which to get to the gate that leads to our grass area.
But you can bet your bottom dollar that I was taking my entire class of 27 through that teeny walkway come heck or highwater! (I did have 29. I lost two. Sort of. It’s a long story and I can’t go into it. I want to, but it’s not in the best interest of me keeping my job and since I really like it most of the time, and I do not think I could survive in a desk job or a retail job or a
food job or a wine job cleaning job, I’m going to keep my mouth shut.)
HOWEVER, when we got to the gate, two guys on riding lawn mowers and one guy with a weed whacker were out on the grass — apparently doing landscaping of some kind.
This happens occasionally. And we keep the grass closed and just play on the blacktop.
But seeing as how the blacktop was closed and practically every first through third grade teacher was now behind me with their huge class sizes behind them in the teeny walkway, there was only one thing I could do.
I asked my partner to go talk to the scary men.
She did and they said they needed ten more minutes. Uh, no. That won’t work. Recess is only 15 minutes and this here exhange was taking up at least two minutes.
She said, “Uh, no.”
And then I don’t know what else happened because I was far away from the scary men, but they agreed to let us have one-half of the grass while they were on the other half.
So, EVEN THOUGH I DID NOT HAVE RECESS DUTY, I stayed out there with the teachers who did, and we corraled the 10,000 or so (ball park figure) rascals and all was fine.
An announcement was made over the loud speaker that the grass was being mowed, and that teachers needed to pick their students up immediately and return to class.
Once we heard that, we determined that we had actually heard wrong, (I mean, we knew the grass was being mowed. We were right there with them. At least the men had bandannas. We sure didn’t.) and continued on with recess.
Our administrator came out.
Luckily, I just blend right in with those kiddos. You can’t find me among a crowd of kids. I camoflauge, don’t you know.
We scattered like scared little kids, afraid we were going to get in trouble.
Instead, our admin went over to the lawn guys and said . . . well, I don’t know what was said because I was hiding behind a big third grader.
Supposedly, the lunch recess went better, but I have no clue because I was eating my
Fettucine Alfredo with Bread and Dipping Sauce Cinnamon Toast Crunch in my classroom as I watched Days of Our Lives and painted my nails and read People frantically graded writing papers and story structure papers and got ready for a sub because I have a training tomorrow.
In which case, whatever happens with recess tomorrow is the sub’s problem. Poor thing.