So I'm doing a standard classroom clean-up with a grade four class. Two students leave the portable to dump the recycling. Slowly rumour gets back to the class that there's a "hobo" outside. Yes, a hobo. As in, a person who is without a home. Panic is stricken into the hearts of some, while others, overcome with curiousity go tearing OUT of the portable. Yes, without any apparent thought whatsoever, half of my class goes running out the door. I am in complete shock. What on earth could they possibly be thinking? Of course I run out to the porch, stand shivering in the freezing cold and scream at the top of my lungs "GET BACK HERE!!". A few of them turn around and come back. Others run into the school and still others are already out of sight. Back in the portable, the more imaginative ones in the group are striking terror into the hearts of anyone willing to listen..."He jumped out at me and I screamed and ran away!", "What if he has a gun!!", "What if he's coming to shoot us all!!", "Do you think we'll have to stay here over night?"....
Eventually all of the stray students trickle back into the classroom and we "meet on the carpet" for a stern talking-to. "First of all, in any type of emergency, you do NOT run OUT of the portable TOWARDS the apparent danger!!" and so on. You get the idea.
It was basically completely ridiculous. I promptly reported the whole thing to the principal, just in case she got any phone calls from worried parents wondering about the alleged gunman at the school...
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3 comments:
Rose, It's just too great, your blog. I have been wondering lately why on earth you didn't actually have one...but now I needn't wonder anymore!
Welcome to the blogger world, and in Pink nonetheless!!!!! You are making your mark in the cyberworld. Props to you.
Lots of love,
Megan
too funny! you are a great storyteller my dear sister! glad to share in the laughter!
yay now I can comment back!
congrats on the blog.
ps. that story is too funny.
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