I was thinking back to the end of last school year when I was asking myself, “where has the summer gone!” and thought, what an interesting end to the school year we had in May! I had shared a few of the things that were going on with some Facebook friends, when one of them referenced whooping cough and bears, wondering what else could happen. Bouncing from one thing to the next, I had missed the obvious . . . I have my title for “my book!” Every educator references “the book” they could write based on the incredible things that happen each day in their classroom or in the school. I had vowed that I would write those things down, but haven’t taken the time to do so. However, now I have a title . . . Whooping Cough and Bears. I think that has a hook that will lead people to at least pick this book up and take a look!
Every teacher has a story to tell, and just when you think you have seen it all, you get a phone call at lunch telling you that we are on lock-down because of a bear in the area! Yes, my immediate response was, “What!?!?!?!” Needless to say, that situation worked itself out quite well, and I didn’t need to heed the request of one of my hunter-staff members to position himself on the roof with a rifle to protect us! The whole whooping cough thing had some many stops and starts that people around the building had a glazed look in their eyes wondering whether we were ever going to be "cough free."
My memory has never been really good on things like this, but how can I forget the first day of school my first year at North Fayette when the tornado sirens went off and we were pulling kids off the practice field and out of the volleyball practice and putting them in shelter, only to have staff members standing outside watching the funnels pass near by! What the heck! I was thinking these “noreasters” have a little different perspective on tornados than we folks from the western part of the state!
We are fortunate from time to time to see the clips of Art Linkletter and Bill Cosby interviewing kids, who say the darndest things, but through our careers as teachers we often have some of those same experiences. There have been instances when students ask questions that leave us with our jaws dropped and that look that says, “What. Are. You. Talking. About?” Unfortunately, few of us bother to write those down.
As I reflect a little bit on this, I am pretty sure that I am short on subject matter for a book. I do recall the time when one of my students fell asleep in class and we successfully evacuated the room without waking him up, turned the clock on the wall ahead a couple of hours, turned off the light, and waited in the hallway for him to emerge, thinking he had slept through the end of the day. That look of panic on his face when he burst from the room thinking it was 5:30 and he had missed most of basketball practice was priceless! Boy, I wish I had written more of those things down!