Movey-Shakey-Dancy: Uh, Miss FabuLeslie, um, when I was in the bathroom, I accidentally dropped the hall pass in the toilet. On accident. It was an accident that it happened.
Me: [big sigh, deep breath, closed eyes] Ok. Come here with me. [getting a clothespin and my camera]
MSD: [follows me to the bathroom]
Me: [telling 2 boys to wait outside before they can come in] Go. Wait outside the door. [they stare blankly at me] Go.
Until this moment, in my mind, my hall pass is in a toilet that's just been flushed. As I look at it, I notice, well, that's not the case. That's not the case at all. Instead, it's in a pool of #1 with a little #2 for good measure.
Me: Oh! Oh, no. [gag]
MSD: [starts to mumble something about how he forgot to mention the worst part (#1 and #2) because.... but I can't hear him... I'm moving forward on the plan ASAP]
ME: Ok. MSD, take this clothespin, and your job is to get that outta there without touching anything. Go. [I walk away from the stall (?) because he needs privacy for this?]
MSD: [seconds pass]... OK! [more seconds] ... Got it!!
Me: [carrying the trash can toward him] Ok. Good. Put it in here.
MSD: [drops it in... still holding the clothespin]
Me: And the clip, too. Drop it. [kinda like he's Olive with a pecan shell in her mouth]
MSD: [drops it in]
Me: Ok. Now use 3 pumps of soap and scrub your hands really well.
MSD: [scrubs hands with lots of soap]
Me: Ok, good. C'mon. Let's go. [back to the classroom and on with the last few periods of the day]
Me: [nodding to boys waiting outside the bathroom as we pass them] Ok, boys. All clear.
Later, MSD approaches my desk while everyone is getting ready to go home.
MSD: [hugs me] Miss FabuLeslie, you're the best teacher ever! And that's why I wish you were my mom.
Me: [holding back tears] I'd be very lucky.
Believe it or not, that was not the worst part of my day. My day ended with me following an ambulance to the ER with one of my students in it. Don't ask. He's gonna be ok. I've realized that if I am ever blessed with kids of my own, there are many good reasons God made me wait. These experiences are priceless preparation.
Me: [big sigh, deep breath, closed eyes] Ok. Come here with me. [getting a clothespin and my camera]
MSD: [follows me to the bathroom]
Me: [telling 2 boys to wait outside before they can come in] Go. Wait outside the door. [they stare blankly at me] Go.
Until this moment, in my mind, my hall pass is in a toilet that's just been flushed. As I look at it, I notice, well, that's not the case. That's not the case at all. Instead, it's in a pool of #1 with a little #2 for good measure.
Me: Oh! Oh, no. [gag]
MSD: [starts to mumble something about how he forgot to mention the worst part (#1 and #2) because.... but I can't hear him... I'm moving forward on the plan ASAP]ME: Ok. MSD, take this clothespin, and your job is to get that outta there without touching anything. Go. [I walk away from the stall (?) because he needs privacy for this?]
MSD: [seconds pass]... OK! [more seconds] ... Got it!!
Me: [carrying the trash can toward him] Ok. Good. Put it in here.
MSD: [drops it in... still holding the clothespin]
Me: And the clip, too. Drop it. [kinda like he's Olive with a pecan shell in her mouth]
MSD: [drops it in]
Me: Ok. Now use 3 pumps of soap and scrub your hands really well.
MSD: [scrubs hands with lots of soap]
Me: Ok, good. C'mon. Let's go. [back to the classroom and on with the last few periods of the day]
Me: [nodding to boys waiting outside the bathroom as we pass them] Ok, boys. All clear.
Later, MSD approaches my desk while everyone is getting ready to go home.
MSD: [hugs me] Miss FabuLeslie, you're the best teacher ever! And that's why I wish you were my mom.
Me: [holding back tears] I'd be very lucky.
Believe it or not, that was not the worst part of my day. My day ended with me following an ambulance to the ER with one of my students in it. Don't ask. He's gonna be ok. I've realized that if I am ever blessed with kids of my own, there are many good reasons God made me wait. These experiences are priceless preparation.
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