Today, a boy, all of six years of age, held a door open for me. At my school we have ‘First Class Friend’ tickets that are handed out to children who are being ‘First Class Friends’. They can be handed out to children who are being helpful, showing good manners, showing kindness, showing a positive attitude, playing fairly and a few other things.
I wrote one for the boy who held the door open for me. While I was writing it, he said,
“You know I didn’t do it because I like you. I did it because my Dad said you should always do that for ladies.”
At least he called me a lady…
While handing out work the children had displayed in the classroom, I became a little frustrated that children are still NOT writing their names on their work. To find out who owns what, I’ve usually got to read some of their writing, or have them look at their work to identify it.
The particular sheet I was handing back to the children was entitled ‘If I had a fairy godmother, I would…’. Most of the children wished for more wishes, to be rich, to meet famous cricketers or to own the Gold Coast Suns. One child, however, has a very sweet tooth and wished for a train made of chocolate. To find out who might own this particular sheet, I yell out (without putting much thought into it at all…)
“Who wants a train made of chocolate?”
I’ve never got their attention so quick in my life!
I STILL DON’T KNOW WHO OWNS THE SHEET.
Today, we had a drill for a fire evacuation and a lockdown. A lockdown is when we stay indoors and under desks due to a threat outside. This was the first time I had done the drill with my class. We had a big talk about it being a practice and not to worry about a thing. I explained the expectations and rules for a lockdown too. Once the children were nestled under their desks, I hear,
“Is this a real lockdown?”
I answered, ‘No, remember it’s just pretend.’ A few seconds later,
“Is a practice?”
Again, I reminded them, “Yes, it’s just a practice, it’s not real and there’s nothing to worry about.” I then heard from under a desk somewhere,
“Is this a proper lockdown?”
Before I could answer, I heard, very loudly,
“FOR THE LOVE OF…! DON’T YOU PEOPLE LISTEN? GOSH, STOP ASKING THE SAME QUESTION! IT’S A DRILL, A PRACTICE, A REHEARSAL! THAT MEANS IT IS NOT, N-O-T REAL!!!!!!!!!!!”
I still don’t know who yelled it because I was also in my lockdown area, sitting on the floor under the windows of the classroom doors. I did giggle in a serious situation, though!