The setting for this story is my beloved old portable classroom. When they built on to my school, everyone was so delighted to finally be rid of the ugly things. Not me! I loved mine because it had a bathroom attached where you could talk to the children through the door while you tried to accomplish personal business, just like at home. I refused to move for a while, but one day I realized it was truly time to go.
This particular portable building had seen better days. The door handle was stripped & sometimes we would get stuck inside. This was no problem, since one of my older boys would just jump out the window & open it from the outside. It didn’t happen often & was a welcome diversion.
On this particular day, my designated window jumper was absent, so I was sitting in the window debating on whether I would be safer jumping out barefooted or in my shoes, which had a small heel on them that day.
While I was mulling the situation over, the entire window, with me stuck in the frame, fell out onto my desk. There I was on my back, on top of my desk, with the window frame stuck on the back of my neck & my thighs, which were up in the air!
you might say I was framed...sorry ...I had to ...
One of the construction workers came & got me loose. He enjoyed it immensely!
I decided I probably did need a new classroom after all, which was a good thing, because after I moved out, a tornado blew my dear old portable away. (at might, no kids inside & no witches underneath)