Of testings, fire alarms, and firemen
My parents are looking at the new bathroom sink and cabinets they just bought. They're trying to figure out how to put the sink on top of the cabinets, but apparently there are no directions, so they're confused. My mom just said this:
There's no holes in it for screwing.
Oh. My. It took everything I had not to burst out laughing.
Today was Day One of three days of delightful standardized tests. Oh wait, did I say delightful? I meant mindnumbingly dull. I've had a headache since Saturday and now my nose is alternating between being stuffed up and running. Add that to 2 1/2 hours of reading this dumb test to the kids and you have a not-so-happy camper.
The highlight of the day was when we were heading down the hall to eat our snack in the cafeteria between tests. The fire alarm went off. We all stopped, looked at each other, and then I told them to turn around and head out the door. Turns out the cleaning lady was doing her daily cleaning and she wiped over one of the fire alarms. For some reason the alarm wasn't locked and the little white handle fell down, setting off the alarm.
The best part comes after we had headed back inside and were in the cafeteria eating our snacks finally. I look out the window to see an ambulance in the parking lot. Then a fire truck pulls in and stops in front of the front door. A fireman, in full fireman outfit, hops out and goes inside, which resulted in me abandoning my class (there was another teacher in the cafeteria with her own class) to go wander out front to the office. I went over to converse with the secretary through her front window when two more firemen come in and join the first guy. Two of them looked like they might actually have passed for cute. Then they went into the cafeteria because that's where the alarm had started and I had to follow them as I needed to get back to my class.
You can't understand how semi-desperate one gets for the sight of men unless you're stuck with 2nd graders eight hours a day, five days a week.
There's no holes in it for screwing.
Oh. My. It took everything I had not to burst out laughing.
Today was Day One of three days of delightful standardized tests. Oh wait, did I say delightful? I meant mindnumbingly dull. I've had a headache since Saturday and now my nose is alternating between being stuffed up and running. Add that to 2 1/2 hours of reading this dumb test to the kids and you have a not-so-happy camper.
The highlight of the day was when we were heading down the hall to eat our snack in the cafeteria between tests. The fire alarm went off. We all stopped, looked at each other, and then I told them to turn around and head out the door. Turns out the cleaning lady was doing her daily cleaning and she wiped over one of the fire alarms. For some reason the alarm wasn't locked and the little white handle fell down, setting off the alarm.
The best part comes after we had headed back inside and were in the cafeteria eating our snacks finally. I look out the window to see an ambulance in the parking lot. Then a fire truck pulls in and stops in front of the front door. A fireman, in full fireman outfit, hops out and goes inside, which resulted in me abandoning my class (there was another teacher in the cafeteria with her own class) to go wander out front to the office. I went over to converse with the secretary through her front window when two more firemen come in and join the first guy. Two of them looked like they might actually have passed for cute. Then they went into the cafeteria because that's where the alarm had started and I had to follow them as I needed to get back to my class.
You can't understand how semi-desperate one gets for the sight of men unless you're stuck with 2nd graders eight hours a day, five days a week.