PICTURE DAY
Allow me to set the scene for all of you (as usual, all names have been changed to protect the innocent) ...
Picture 43 sixth graders that need only the slightest excuse to act like they don't have a friggin' clue how to behave appropriately. Throw into that mix three sixth grade teachers that have had it (and I mean HAD IT!) and will take a fish bowl margarita and SWIM in it if offered to them. It's a dangerous combination, ladies and gentlemen. DANGEROUS!
This was the scene when the all-call came for sixth grade homerooms to make their way down to the CUB CLUB room for school pictures. This room is colorfully decorated and filled with lots and lots of toys. However, when one is down there to get one's picture taken, one has no time to stand around and play ... ESPECIALLY when one's crabby teachers are scanning and moving about the room!
So, I had just spent a good minute hollering at all my kids and the kids behind my homeroom about the fact that the kindergarteners that were all sitting quietly with their hands folded neatly in their laps were acting more mature than the hooligans currently hopping up and down the steps leading to the room, when I turned around and witnessed my colleague Christy's homeroom boys all on their hands and knees playing make-believe dinosaurs and house!
One boy in particular caught my attention, so I bellowed across the room, "ANDREW JONES! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?"
Andrew was in mid-dinosaur romp. This 12-year old boy looks up at me, still clutching the dinosaur, and with the innocence of a cherub says, "What?"
Christy heard me bellow and went marching through the throngs of children to the group of young men much like Godzilla would plow through the humanity on the busy streets of New York City! James Ollman was "talking" on a play phone as Christy approached.
"Put that down!" Christy hollered. "This is the CUB CLUB'S toys, and you have no business playing with this stuff. Get up and get in line!"
All the while Christy was ranting and raving, James continued "talking" on the phone! His telephone conversation caught her eye, and in a voice much like that of Satan himself, Christy hissed "HANG IT UP!"
And there sat all the little kindergartners, prim and proper, and wide-eyed with horrified wonder. It was that or the flash from the cameras.
Picture 43 sixth graders that need only the slightest excuse to act like they don't have a friggin' clue how to behave appropriately. Throw into that mix three sixth grade teachers that have had it (and I mean HAD IT!) and will take a fish bowl margarita and SWIM in it if offered to them. It's a dangerous combination, ladies and gentlemen. DANGEROUS!
This was the scene when the all-call came for sixth grade homerooms to make their way down to the CUB CLUB room for school pictures. This room is colorfully decorated and filled with lots and lots of toys. However, when one is down there to get one's picture taken, one has no time to stand around and play ... ESPECIALLY when one's crabby teachers are scanning and moving about the room!
So, I had just spent a good minute hollering at all my kids and the kids behind my homeroom about the fact that the kindergarteners that were all sitting quietly with their hands folded neatly in their laps were acting more mature than the hooligans currently hopping up and down the steps leading to the room, when I turned around and witnessed my colleague Christy's homeroom boys all on their hands and knees playing make-believe dinosaurs and house!
One boy in particular caught my attention, so I bellowed across the room, "ANDREW JONES! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?"
Andrew was in mid-dinosaur romp. This 12-year old boy looks up at me, still clutching the dinosaur, and with the innocence of a cherub says, "What?"
Christy heard me bellow and went marching through the throngs of children to the group of young men much like Godzilla would plow through the humanity on the busy streets of New York City! James Ollman was "talking" on a play phone as Christy approached.
"Put that down!" Christy hollered. "This is the CUB CLUB'S toys, and you have no business playing with this stuff. Get up and get in line!"
All the while Christy was ranting and raving, James continued "talking" on the phone! His telephone conversation caught her eye, and in a voice much like that of Satan himself, Christy hissed "HANG IT UP!"
And there sat all the little kindergartners, prim and proper, and wide-eyed with horrified wonder. It was that or the flash from the cameras.
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