Tales from the Trenches

The Husband and Elder Son (he insisted on credit) thinks you will enjoy this story. I was in the second grade wing today and in the early afternoon I escorted the class to the rest room. The girl who was the monitor came pelting out of the girl's room, "Mrs. Gordon! Mrs. Gordon! Someone made black marks on the bathroom door!" I went in to check and the janitors had obviously greased the hinges and some of the grease got on the back of the door. I reassured the monitor and we went on our way (the boys were gasping for air due to the smell in their side so I called them all out and got some air freshener from the teacher's bathroom, see, I was in both restrooms). Later that afternoon one of the other teachers stopped me and asked if any of the girls or boys had told me there were "dirty words" on the walls. I could assure her that there were no words there when I had gone into both rooms. She said this was the second week there had been writing on the walls. I asked, " Were they, at least, spelled properly?"

"Funny thing," she replied, "they weren't last week, but they are now." Who says American education is headed for the crapper?

On another note, we are celebrating Dr. Seuss this week and today was Pajama Day. Either I have the best tailored PJs you've ever seen, or I need to start dressing better. At least three people asked why I didn't wear PJs. (But one kid liked my socks).