3 Little Words

There was head lice in my classroom today. Squared.

A visiting student from another special class threw a book at me, then scratched me. It happens in my position. Just not very often.

One of my students verbally jumped on that student like white on rice in my defense.

The superintendent was in the building.

Just when I was ready to run screaming out the door and never look back, I remembered that I need this job. So when things settled down and our visitor was removed, I decided to play the Cupid Shuffle, instead, to give us a little wiggle, dance, refocus break. Except, I forgot how to count it....so I pulled it up on YouTube and we all learned it together on my zebra rug.

During which my principal walked in. While we were line-dancing. Awkwardly. Right after I had just said, "Watch our principal walk in and find me teaching you to dance!"

My students speculated afterward about how and when he would be calling me to his office to fire me. They suggested I cry when it happens.

My mind is repeating 3 little words in a tiny but persistent refrain:

Let. It. Snow.

(Followed by: "I know that was not edifying." But STILL!! Crazy!)