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On Monday before Thanksgiving one of my students who is allowed in the back storage room in my classroom because he is my favorite student even though I would never admit it to him and also because a lot of the supplies and tools he uses are stored in there, as well as the tea kettle with which he makes himself a cup of tea, informed me that there is a dead mouse behind the kiln in that very back room.
Feeling a bit queasy for unrelated to dead rodents reasons, I sent my student teacher to confirm, which he did. I went to find the janitor and requested that he assist me with the removal of body. The janitor said that he is he is confident that my students could make beautiful work out of it. I said that while he is certainly correct about the ability of my students, that particular type of art making would be too reminiscent of Damien Hirst, so it being the end of semester and all, I would not want to fail them. Because obviously anyone who uses Damien Hirst as an inspiration fails my class. The janitor who rides a Harley and has a backwards mustache - he shaves this weird mustache design into his beard - said that he'll take care of it.
Which he didn't. Today I braved the back storage room because we had an amazing visiting artist who needed to store her stuff in the back room while she showed the kids her sculptures, and while I made room for all her stuff, I encountered the mouse. It was very small - a baby mouse really - and quite adorable, still furry and intact, just laying there as if asleep.
I suppose I'll talk to the janitor about it again it tomorrow, though it would be cool to just let it decompose and sweep up its brittle bones in a few weeks.
Feeling a bit queasy for unrelated to dead rodents reasons, I sent my student teacher to confirm, which he did. I went to find the janitor and requested that he assist me with the removal of body. The janitor said that he is he is confident that my students could make beautiful work out of it. I said that while he is certainly correct about the ability of my students, that particular type of art making would be too reminiscent of Damien Hirst, so it being the end of semester and all, I would not want to fail them. Because obviously anyone who uses Damien Hirst as an inspiration fails my class. The janitor who rides a Harley and has a backwards mustache - he shaves this weird mustache design into his beard - said that he'll take care of it.
Which he didn't. Today I braved the back storage room because we had an amazing visiting artist who needed to store her stuff in the back room while she showed the kids her sculptures, and while I made room for all her stuff, I encountered the mouse. It was very small - a baby mouse really - and quite adorable, still furry and intact, just laying there as if asleep.
I suppose I'll talk to the janitor about it again it tomorrow, though it would be cool to just let it decompose and sweep up its brittle bones in a few weeks.