Yesterday was the ground breaking ceremony for the construction at STMS (the new abbreviation for my current school. I figured DPMS was too close to DPJH. So, instead of “Dead Playwright Middle School,” I’m now calling it “Small Town Middle School”). It was right after school, so I figured I’d swing by.
My principal was handing out hardhats to people who would take them, and I figured, “Yay! Costumes!” so I took one. Turns out, if you have a hard hat, you get a golden shovel. And if you have a golden shovel, you get to pose for the pictures with it. So, behold!
I’m the fifth person in on the left, by the way.
Oh, also, you see those branches? Those are the remains of a beautiful old silver oak, which was right outside my classroom window. Sad. I had suggested that rather than hacking it down, we move them to the other side of the building. The administration said they didn’t want to pay for the equiptment to move a tree. I said, “Bah! Who needs equiptment? You’ve got hundreds of middle-schoolers. Heck, make it a reward – 5 Paw Prints (the school’s currency) earns you five minutes with a shovel. The kids will be clamoring for a turn!”
They just laughed at me. But they haven’t seen the Pikmin might of 35 seventh graders carrying a full-sized bridge from “Seussical” back and forth across the stage as I debate where it should go.
My first thought was “You’re not in dress code!” I bet that makes your mornings a little more eventful, rather than blue or white, white or blue, hmmm, what to do!