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Monday, April 27, 2009

I need galoshes

For anyone outside of the greater Dallas area this morning, we received roughly 3 feet of rain between 7:15 and 7:45. This was the time that Anonymous Joe and I were out doing our morning crosswalk duty. We both had rain slickers on, but they didn't do much other than get wet, then soaked, then permeable.

I didn't take an umbrella outside because there was also a whole lot of thunder and lightning, and I didn't want to be holding my giant electricity rod up as a target. As a side note, I walked out with Ed U Cater at the end of the day, and he suggested that perhaps electrocution would have been a better alternative to the school day. I'm thinking Ed didn't have a very good day...

Anyway, as you might have guessed, I entered the school building looking and feeling as though I had jumped into a swimming pool. Pants, shirt sleeves, and hair dry quickly enough, but what was really bad was that my shoes and socks were drenched. My feet were not making pleasant sounds on the way down to my classroom.

As soon as I had the kids started on an exercise, I took off my shoes and socks and very hopefully placed them on my A/C vent. Where was all that oppressive heat from 2 months ago now that I actually needed it?? Alas, it was just cold air coming out, and that unfortunately doesn't dry things nearly as well.

So I walked around my room barefooted for the first hour. Then it occurred to me that kids go to the clinic for new socks and pants all the time! So I sent a student down to ask if they had any socks that I could have. Sure enough, they did! Nice, warm, dry socks.

Nothing much I could do about my shoes, so I put them back on. They were still wet, but at least with dry socks, I didn't feel like my toes were going to rot off.

Oh, and did I mention that I stopped a baby possum from entering the school this morning? When it was quickly apparent that I would get soaked outside, I ran back in to put my phone in the office. When I went back out through the main doors, something was scurrying towards me, and it wasn't a student!

I thought it was a mouse at first, but it had that weird, white triangular head and grey body, and it was running right at the door. I bravely wielded my STOP sign to hold it off. And I don't mean that I held it up and commanded it to stop. I whacked the darn thing once and then knocked it several feet away. It ran down into the flower bed and disappeared from sight. No idea what happened to it afterwards.

Today was the last review day before TAKS. We didn't do a whole lot other than go over homework, practice Volume one more time, and take it easy. I figure, if they don't know everything by now, they're not going to learn it today.

At the end of each class session, I told the kids that I was rooting for them and wanted them to do their very best, and that I would give them a high five like I normally do, or a hug, if they wanted one. As I said the word "hug," it was funny to watch some of their eyes grow huge.

In my morning class, the one that usually "gets it" more, it was probably a 70/30 split, with the majority going for high fives. In my afternoon (lower) class, it was 100% hugs.

Hopefully, I imparted some wisdom through osmosis. We'll find out tomorrow.


Holly Jahangiri said...

Do all of us Texans have a possum story? I remember one small, vicious, cheeky, female possum that got between me and my back porch door one night (back before I quit smoking). I stood up and made a threatening move. Possum chick hissed at me. Okay, I considered tossing her the keys, but it's MY HOUSE, darnit! I stood up, grabbed my green plastic Wal-Mart chair, and played possum matador. That freaked her out enough to make her trundle slowly away from the door and into the darkened garden. Shaken, but unstirred, I entered the house, leaned hard against the door, and locked it. I think I dreamed of burglars with needle sharp teeth hissing at me during a home invasion. Good for you, giving yours a whack with the Stop sign. I'm proud of you.

Valerie Roberson said...

Oh I feel for you in that torrent this morning. Not fun.
And thankfully this Texan does NOT have a possum story. I don't think I'd ever recover!
Good luck to all your little possums tomorrow! Smartness vibes are being sent your way :)

Margaret said...

doggone it, you made me cry (no joke). Bless their darlin' hearts, your lower class knows they aren't the brightest, but they want to be sure that you love 'em anyway. Too sweet.

loonyhiker said...

I'm sorry but picturing you with the stop sign and the possum running, I just couldn't stop laughing! You are my hero!!

Unknown said...

I'd have paid good money to have seen you fending off a baby possum with a stop sign.
I'm with Margaret, the kids that all wanted hugs made me a little teary-eyed.

Mister Teacher said...

I think I had only seen a possum once before, and that was at night, as I drove safely past it. Freaky even under those circumstances.

To find myself face to toe with one, even a baby one -- less than 2 feet away and closing -- was still pretty freaky.

rebekah said...

This post was hilarious. I laughed through your rain and possum story. Thanks for giving me a chuckle on an off day!!