What She Wore: Pink, long sleeve tee; denim pencil skirt; pink uggs. I know people think those shoes are ugly, but they are damn comfortable.
You should NEVER mention how things seem to be rather run-of-the-mill. That is inevitable when the sheet will hit the fan. Case in point, today.
Mr. K was out getting some desegregation training ( I have no idea what was involved), so I was running classes alone. Usually, I do cute intro activities, go over tests, and a lot of individual work. Rarely, do I run an entire class by myself. I’ve done this in the past, but my current job description doesn’t include as much of this. The kids arrived, discerned that Mr. K was missing, and started to get a little crazy. No big deal, I put the breaks on that PRONTO. Then, a stranger with a visitor pass walks into class. I come over to say "hi," and she introduces herself as one of the student’s parents. She’d come to observe. Now, I have no problem with this–I, in fact, welcome parents in the classroom, but this was definitely a strange day. It was also the first time this has ever happened to me. The class she decided to visit had a total of FIVE announcements during class. This never happens–NEVER. Also, each announcement required that I send particular things to the office in a particular way. So, I’m distracted, confused, and feeling a little self-conscious with another adult in the room. There were some fits, some general confusion, but I made it through the lesson, and the parent left saying that she’d learned something. Whew.
I was grateful that my calmer class was coming up next. We got started, things were moving along nicely, and suddenly a WASP appeared in the room. Now, usually wasps stay high and avoid people. Not this wasp. He crawled along the back wall sending my students running in the opposite direction. Then, a genius child decided to take his binder and go after it. He swung, knocked a Pi poster to the ground, and succeeded in really pissing off the wasp. It began buzzing all over the room and the kids were running and squealing at this point. I call the office for some one to bring some spray, and then I open the door to look for the person that should be coming. At that point, more than half the class ran into the hall. Pandemonium, I tell you. After our friendly custodian killed the wasp, we spent the next ten minutes cleaning poison off of desks, books, and the floor.
It was a crazy day I tell you. Here’s hoping tomorrow is a bit calmer.