I think the universe is trying to tell me that at 28 years of age, eggs are a little boring at this point. Vintage, even. Why else would my work week (ah-hem, EASTER SUNDAY!) begin with three grown men using recycling boxes, rulers, and whatever else they can to save me from a seemingly fearless gecko in my classroom (who excels at hide-and-seek)?
It's happened to me before. In fact, it's ONLY HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE according to science department history. And I'd like to tell you that this makes ZERO SENSE. Because I'm the only gal in the department and I'm definitely the MOST AFRAID PERSON ON EARTH of things that are unpredictable. Anyways....
The last time this happened was at parent-teacher night at the start of last year (a scary night to begin with, ha!). This time, it was on Easter Sunday. At 6:30 in the morning, when I was still half-sleeping and still fully-not-present because I just wished I was home with Nory....in Canada. Alas, I sucked it up and went into work, walked up the three flights of stairs to my classroom, unlocked the door, switched on the lights and then BAMMMMMMM!!!!!! (I sure as heck feel there was a BAMMMMMM). A tiny, little yellow thing (but oh-so-ferocious!) was scurrying all over my teaching space, showing a particular passion for my desk area. Ughhhhhh. In that very moment, I felt it was the perfect reason to go home with a 'sudden illness', but the "adult/mother" inside of me decided I should at least ATTEMPT to solve the problem (which it indeed WAS) before calling it a day....
And so, I kindly asked Mr. Gecko (obviously he was a boy) to play around in another's class. Or outside. I even told him that there is chocolate in my fridge and I was sorry that the Easter Bunny might have missed him and that if he could just move closer to my door, rather than right beside my desk by the fridge, that I could get him a delicious piece of it......
He was unresponsive. On top of everything else that he was.
So then I proceeded to holler for help and I'm CERTAIN that - in retrospect - Mr. Gecko WOULD HAVE BEEN more cooperative with me in an effort to avoid the three grown men that made their way to my classroom. Thepoor guy horrifying creature put up a good fight (extending the search by MINUTES with his speed and agility), but was eventually released to the great (and hot!) outdoors - tail-less and (I imagine) scared as all get out. I, on the other hand, closed my door with relief and prayed that his friends didn't get word of the incident.....(and offered my once-denied chocolate to my science department heroes, of course!).
Phewf. What a hunt!
Now that his busy season is over, I think I will write a letter to the E.B. and tell him that:
1) I am STILL enthralled by the same-old "egg" hunt idea. No need to switch it up just yet.
2) Please do NOT forget about the gecko next year. (Although if I were writing this letter to Santa, it would be a different story).
Time to get ready for another day on the battlefield. Let's hope my 86 students are the only challenges I face :)
It's happened to me before. In fact, it's ONLY HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE according to science department history. And I'd like to tell you that this makes ZERO SENSE. Because I'm the only gal in the department and I'm definitely the MOST AFRAID PERSON ON EARTH of things that are unpredictable. Anyways....
The last time this happened was at parent-teacher night at the start of last year (a scary night to begin with, ha!). This time, it was on Easter Sunday. At 6:30 in the morning, when I was still half-sleeping and still fully-not-present because I just wished I was home with Nory....in Canada. Alas, I sucked it up and went into work, walked up the three flights of stairs to my classroom, unlocked the door, switched on the lights and then BAMMMMMMM!!!!!! (I sure as heck feel there was a BAMMMMMM). A tiny, little yellow thing (but oh-so-ferocious!) was scurrying all over my teaching space, showing a particular passion for my desk area. Ughhhhhh. In that very moment, I felt it was the perfect reason to go home with a 'sudden illness', but the "adult/mother" inside of me decided I should at least ATTEMPT to solve the problem (which it indeed WAS) before calling it a day....
And so, I kindly asked Mr. Gecko (obviously he was a boy) to play around in another's class. Or outside. I even told him that there is chocolate in my fridge and I was sorry that the Easter Bunny might have missed him and that if he could just move closer to my door, rather than right beside my desk by the fridge, that I could get him a delicious piece of it......
He was unresponsive. On top of everything else that he was.
So then I proceeded to holler for help and I'm CERTAIN that - in retrospect - Mr. Gecko WOULD HAVE BEEN more cooperative with me in an effort to avoid the three grown men that made their way to my classroom. The
Phewf. What a hunt!
Now that his busy season is over, I think I will write a letter to the E.B. and tell him that:
1) I am STILL enthralled by the same-old "egg" hunt idea. No need to switch it up just yet.
2) Please do NOT forget about the gecko next year. (Although if I were writing this letter to Santa, it would be a different story).
Time to get ready for another day on the battlefield. Let's hope my 86 students are the only challenges I face :)
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