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Abracadabra

Beauty in the day: I don’t think she had permission to come in from recess, but there she was.
“I would like some magical powers.”

“Oh, er….I’m sorry?”

“Can you please give me some magical powers?”

Really? Who let her in…..?

“I’m sorry, but you can’t just come in here and ask for magical powers. It doesn’t work that way.”

No response.

“Have you filled out an application? You have to fill out an application form. It takes a bit of time, and after the application is submitted, there is an investigation to see if you qualify.”

Shifty eyes; no response.

“I can’t simply hand out magical powers. You need an application. Or,” – the “or” interested her.

“…you can go back outside and see if you can find some magic on your own.”

She decided to wing it in her own.

#secrecypactwithOllivaders

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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.

Able to Leap Tall Buildings…

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Beauty in the day: a call came over the radio from recess, the voice clearly belonging to the principal’s alter-ego, Virtues Boy: “Unity Man – Unity Man – come in, Unity Man…..there are children on our playground who are asking for Unity Man, come in, Unity Man…”
Unity Man (aka the Assistant Principal) answered the call: “Roger that, Virtues Boy. I will be right there.” Walking through the office on his way out, clad in his bright orange leotard, cape and mask, he said wryly, “Gotta give the public what they want.”

Love & Logic

Beauty in the day: while it was a very busy “kid” day, to say the least, and while there was beauty to be found in all of it, I got a particular chuckle from the “logic” of a pair of kinders who were brought in to mourn their inappropriate and disrespectful attitude toward one of our recess staff. “Is this true, that you were very disrespectful to Miss Martin?” Mr. Mike asked with a hint of incredulity.
“Well, yes, but we miss our Teacher.”
Hard to argue with that logic, since his teacher is Miss Kimble, but it had a bit of an air of “reasoning pulled out of thin air”, since it had been a mere 45 minutes since being in her presence.
Still, I had to appreciate how quickly he went to that go-to of an answer.
#needmymisskimblefix