Wednesday, April 6, 2005

teacher tale

Long ago & far away, there was a school mysteriously beset by a plague of frogs. Teachers would open up their desk drawers to find a little green visitor. Students would find frogs in their jacket pockets. There were frogs all in the hall, frogs in the sink in the bathrooms. It sounds funny now, but, sad to say, many educators like to stick with their routine & don’t’ want to stop for a laugh. I know it sounds odd for people who work with children all day, but it‘s true.

Gradually this mysterious visitation ended & life at the school returned to normal. No more screams & shrieks of laughter disturbed the orderly days.

Everyone wondered about it for a while & then forgot about it & went on with their lives. No one ever knew how it happened.

Until now…you are the ones who will finally know the secret I promised myself I’d take with me to my grave (which I would have probably gone to quicker if anyone had discovered it before now.)

You see, I found this great ditch behind the school…and we were discussing metamorphosis in  science…it was Spring Break….I was in a hurry to leave….I forgot about the jar…Who would have thought my kids would gather THAT many tadpoles?

I wonder if the statute of limitations has run out on that one?


judithheartsong said...

I LOVE it!!!!!!!!! judi :):) from ear to ear

sistercdr said...

This is absolutely wonderful!!!  I would have loved and been horrifed to have been there.

funkyrenegade29 said...

This is precious!  Thank you for sharing.  And by the way, I have seen Sarah McClaughlin twice in concert...and she is amazing!  How ironic you made mention of her, because earlier today for some reason, I was inspired to pull out my "Surfacing" cd which I hadn't given a listen to in a while!  

Take care,

sdoscher458 said...

oh my I would of loved to have you for a teacher! LOL well it was better than disecting them...Sandi

monponsett said...

I was teaching a class when our stone crab escaped his fish tank....I went to get something out of my purse under the desk, and I screamed so loudly that the principal ran in. That crab used to escape all the time, and he suffered an inadvertent stomping when he got too close to the door at dismissal.


brophyej said...

Reminds me of my girlfriend's tales of her one room school house in WV and her telling of her teacher who, on nice spring days, would have the children close their books, and take them into the fields around there to teach them about nature; I  envy her for such an education, even as she envies me for my "book-learning," which she mistakenly thinks is better. She is not far from where the schoolhouse stood now, having just buried her 96 year old mother. One of the tales her mother told often was of riding to school on her horse Old Maud, and crossing the creek near the school with two neighbor boys who were on ponies.  One wonders why older people tell the same stories over and over. Is it like rote learning for us younger ones, or is it just that the stories are the ones that are most important to them?

sassydee50 said...

Hi~Cute teacher story. I taught Special ED. for 12 years; I am now burnt out and substitute at preschools. I may teach adults what little I know about computers for my next gig. I just wanted to also say that I enjoy your Caitlain musings! :-) Sassy (my son age 27 is currectly "taking space"-knew I should've had more kids!)

sanforized6 said...

I think you're a "tad" late, or am I still in some kind of hypnotic "frog". rich