Please Do Not Pee on the Fence....Again.

Welcome to my blog. Or should I say...my both awkward and amazing adventures documented on this very blog. I teach 1/2 grade at an awesome school and a lot of the posts will be about my observations and wonderings about time spent there. I have noticed a trend in the young married (and usually babied...that's not a word!) people starting blogs which star their new families, new homes, new progeny, new pets, and new revelations....seeing as I only rarely have new revelations and none of the other things then this should be a great way to pass the time between avoiding college work and the next episode of Cash Cab.

Since you have already read to this point I assume that you want to know what the title of this inaugural blog is all about....so here goes.

One day I returned from recess in my usual post-recess bliss (ok more like....pre-math fog) and I saw Mrs. Gorf, the recess monitor, standing by my line. As soon as I see Mrs. Gorf a litany of oh-no's start running through my head because I know that if Mrs. Gorf is standing by MY line then it must mean that one of my precious little bugs have committed some grievous and unforgivable crime. I slowly trudge towards my impending fate and as I make that long walk across the ball strewn blacktop I see Mrs. Gorf scribbling furiously on a canary yellow piece of paper. I know from past experiences that those dreadfully bright pieces of paper mean referrals and that I will spend the next 10 minutes of my life determining who stole who's ball and what Troy (you know from HSM) did or did not say to Sharpay (giving kids nicknames in my mind helps me pass the time between 3:25 and 3:30). So I walk up prepared to take the referral like an adult and not shirk under the glare of Mrs. Gorf. She hands me the canary paper and it says Reason for Referral: Banditos was peeing on the fence. I took it with a straight face assured Mrs. Gorf that I would take care of the problem and it would never happen again. On the trek from the blacktop to Room 15 I asked my dear Banditos why he peeded on the fence and he looked up at me in all of his 7 year old wisdom and said, "Ms. A. I peed because I had to and I didn't want to stop playing." And to this I said as I say over and over again.... "Please go wash your hands" and then as an afterthought I shook my head in wonderment over 2nd grade logic and said "Please do not pee on the fence....again."