It started with someone pooping on the floor. 10 days ago Ms. Maslow agreed to spend some time with Sunny because he had, over the course of 3 or 4 days, managed to get 10 punches on his Spider Man necklace. Mind you, he has to exhibit appropriate classroom behavior to punch Spider Man. It took 3 or 4 days. Anyhow, what began as an innocent game of Chutes and Ladders ended in a fecal disaster. The details are fuzzy but even if they were crystal clear I don’t think any of you really need a play by play of how it happened. All you really need to know is that it happened. That was the Friday before last. Now normally one would think that Friday is the end. But the weekend was merely a moment of respite, just as one may attend a stage production, a comedy of errors to be specific, and enjoy casual conversation with people around them during the intermission. Indeed, after what felt like only 5 or 10 minutes, the weekend was over and it was time for school again.
Monday was nothing special. Sunny was suspended again for telling Ms. Teresa he was going to punch her in the face and shaking his fists at her. The thought of Sunny punching someone and doing damage is laughable. He has punched me before and it felt like being hit by an underhand tossed water balloon. Be that as it may, there was nothing humorous about the sentiment behind the threat he made. Somewhere on the horizon there must be a colossal shift in his attitude just waiting to surprise us all. If not, I think we need to seriously reconsider how we manage his behavior because he just keeps doing the same stuff over and over again. Apparently he thinks that one day we will be okay with him hitting people. Isn’t that how insanity was once defined? To repeat an action numerous times yet expect a different result? For a more cynical person than myself that may serve as a strong argument against going to work. The cherry on top of that whole day was a faculty meeting. At that meeting the principal compared us to worker bees. Worker bees literally work themselves to death after only a few months of pollinating and writing lesson plans. Tuesday, please.
The next couple of days were relatively quiet. A lot of last week was spent preparing for Presidents’ Day. Studying presidents in kindergarten is hilarious for several reasons. The first reason is that the kids all get really fixated on the fact that every one of the famous presidents from the past are dead. If you ask a group of five and six-year-olds to tell you something important about Abraham Lincoln I can almost guarantee you at least three of them will say he’s dead. They may also mention his hat and beard. The second reason studying presidents in kindergarten is fun is that students get to do a lot of presidential coloring activities. Maybe you didn’t know this but most children aren’t at all interested in coloring only with black, gray, brown, navy blue, and white, which is what many things were colored in the 18th and 19th centuries. Instead a child may turn in a picture of Thomas Jefferson donning a dapper looking lime green top coat with fanciful lavender frills and a fire engine red wig. I’ll see a blaze orange stovepipe hat atop Lincoln’s head on a couple of worksheets. He may as well be wearing a traffic cone. We made president puppets too and the kids had a great time making them kiss each other or duel to the death.
The relative quiet was not meant to last. Thursday descended upon us as a violent pink storm of hearts, lace, and cards with puppies on them that said things like “Best friends Furrrever!” OHMYGOSHVALENTINESDAYAHHHHHHHH!!!
Wow was it exhausting. We hit the ground running and started the process of distributing valentines first thing in the morning. Out of twenty children I think 17 or 18 brought something for the entire class so the card holders we made were overflowing with a variety of sweets and kitschy cards. The rest of the day happened fast and culminated in a frenzy of shredding and eating. Frankly I don’t remember much of the next day. I sat and thought about it for a while as I wrote this and couldn’t come up with anything so I’ll assume that everybody got along, learned how to read all of their sight words, and could count to 100 by the end of the day. Success! The weekend was so necessary! More fun with people I like and I was fortunate to run into an old friend of mine who will be called Sticky. She’s a messy eater and a speech therapist, or speech teacher, as they apparently like to be called. I have always enjoyed her stories and was glad to catch up with her for a while.
Today the students did not have school. Maybe tomorrow they will be docile since they were able to rest an extra day. Or maybe not. I can be sure that whatever happens, it will be something new and exciting.