10 on a 6-ish Scale

Beauty in the day: he’s a friend of mine, and as a Routing Specialist, he often drives a bus. He popped in this morning, and, knowing that he has been sick, I asked after the current state of his health. He told me he was doing much better, but said he had pulled a muscle in his chest from all the coughing. “As long as I’m not coughing, I’m fine, but if I do cough, the pain is a 10 on a scale from 1 to 10.” He thought for a moment, and then made this amendment: “But if I were a woman, it would probably be a 6.”

For the record, his comment made me laugh out loud – loudly!

….which made him laugh

….which made him wince. (oops!)

Partridges and Pear Trees

Beauty in the day: 12 parent phone calls (about the power), 11 checks for wind, 10 subs-a-leaping, 9 kids in the office, 8 bandaids (no recess), 7 pleas to return to class (uh, no), 6 early dismissal kids, 5 minutes for a lunch break, 4 locations for indoor recess, 3 counselors in the building, 2 admins with a lot on their plate, and one lost tooth in a lost tooth necklace.

White-Out

Beauty in the day: on the way to work, I heard a story on the radio that made me realize that lately I have been waiting for beauty to reveal itself to me, and I am instead supposed to be seeking it out. So I paid attention, and the first beauty came right away, in the early part of the day, when an old friend was sent to the office with a mission from his teacher.
“Excuse me,” he piped in. “Our teacher will need 30 copies of this paper.” He pointed carefully to areas that had white-out on them, and warned, “You shouldn’t touch those white spots, because I don’t want to know what will happen if you do.”
Something tells me that Rules of White-Out 101 was on the syllabus for Second Grade, 1st semester.

Naming Names


Beauty in the day: he came to visit in the office after school. His class is doing mealworms in science, and all the kids get their own mealworm to observe. I asked him if he was going to name his mealworm, and told him I once knew a kid who named his “Steve”. He thought about this for a moment, and then offered, “If I could keep mine, I would name him Apple Franklin,” suggesting a last name also. He had brothers with him, who then repeated this information, each in turn. One fully agreed with the Apple Franklin name. The other thought it should have been Steve.