It’s been quite a day! Call me a party girl. We had a 6th grade social this afternoon. Two hundred 11 and 12 year-olds dancing, playing games, eating pizza and making NOISE! But it really was kinda fun. Think back to your childhood and imagine your teachers - all the teachers on the hall in the middle of a huge circle of kids doing the chicken dance with all their might. I was the lead chicken I’ll have you know! Mollie was there helping. Her face was a true study as I quacked and flapped my way around the floor!
When we had ladies choice, I went out and grabbed each of the little turkeys that have spent this first month trying to make my job hell and danced one turn around the floor with each. I hope the embarrassment of it will live in their minds forever!!
Nick picked Mollie up from the school and took her to a babysitting job. (I think Mollie’s babysitting is going to be a wonderful thing in my marriage!) When I finally got home the evening became a memorable one. I’ll post it tomorrow but in the back of my mind I keep hearing Sky and Tiggr saying “Be careful what you ask for…”
LOL @ Brian.... yes, after a week of teaching the last thing anyone should have to do is the chicken dance with their students.
ReplyDeleteAt least it's over. Now onto the post about your ass warming.
Eva
I remember my first high school dance. The first slow song they played, not one would dance. My poly sci teacher, a man in his 40-50's, asked me for a dance to get everyone going. I could always tell he liked me. Not in an inappropriate way, just maybe he noticed something about me. Anyway, it was my first taste of how a gentleman treats a lady. Thanks for bringing that memory back for me. I had not thought of it in years.
ReplyDeleteHave a great day.
Great post Elis, really enjoyed it, I could feel you, "oh my poor feet".
ReplyDeleteWarm hugs,
Paul.
Brian,
ReplyDeleteIt was actually fun, but very tiring.
Eva,
It on its way!
Theresa,
Sometimes I have to be reminded what something like a 6th grade dance means to the kids. Thanks for reminding me.
Anne Elizabeth,
Last night is still on my mind and my ... well you know!
Paul,
Sometimes I wish I could see us as the kids do . It would be interesting.
Elis