The
next Semi-Weekly Meeting of the Newmentia Lunchtime Think Tank can’t come
soon enough. There is a vital topic I am putting on the agenda for discussion:
Whose
idea was it to serve tacos on Tuesday, and chili crispitos on Wednesday?
The
perpetrator of such a cruel prank is obviously somebody who does not serve time
in the trenches. The classrooms. The hermetically-sealed classrooms where
faculty must stay, locked in, with the student bodies for 50-minute stretches.
Without a self-contained breathing apparatus.
Mrs.
Hillbilly Mom nearly lost consciousness this afternoon. Even though it is her
policy not to breathe through her nose while at work…a plume of Pepe de Pew
odor snaked its way into her nostrils, adhering to the tender mucosa like
Seinfeld-valet-parker-BO to the lovely tresses of Elaine Benes. Let the record
show that Mrs. Hillbilly Mom was not at liberty to snort tomato juice.
SWEET
GUMMI MARY! It was all I could do not to gag. I think my eyes watered as well.
Nor could I walk to the cabinet and grab two cans of Febreeze (different
fragrances), twirl them like a gunslinger, and spritz about the classroom. That
might be construed as bullying behavior by the little stinker.
One
class entered, and a lad exclaimed, “This room smells like a sock!” Well. A
sock that has been stuffed into the rectum of a decaying wildebeest, perhaps.
But not a normal sock that I have ever encountered. Not even one from the
legendary StinkFoot, as Sir Talks A Lot once termed one of his charges.
As a
teacher of the sciences, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom appreciates the fact that her
students have healthy digestive systems. It’s just that the rest of us don’t
need to know the extent of the healthiness. A healthiness so healthy that the
possessor must surely be written up in the annals (heh, heh, see what I did there?) of internal medicine. The
healthiest healther who ever healthed. Probably next in line to give feces
transplants to the lower-digestive-tract compromised, those who need healthy
feces to counteract a raging nursing-home/hospital diarrhea bug.
Yes, the Newmentia Lunchtime Think Tank will surely address this issue at the next meeting. I plan to schedule it for chili day.
I don't think spraying Febreeze around the room constitutes "bullying." You could always fabricate (or frebeezicate) a reason.
ReplyDeleteOr, you could transform from a science teacher into a music teacher, and ask if everyone in the class could toot some duets and quartets.
However, I'm sure high-schoolers would not enjoy being asked to fart on command. Especially the boys--their sensibilities would be quite offended.
And then they'd need some smelling salts because they'd be on the verge of fainting...
Are you telling me that you don't have windows that open????? That is cruel and unusual punishment.
ReplyDeleteSioux,
ReplyDeleteI'd have to ask them to fart "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and then give everyone a trophy and a puppy. Your school may supply trophies and puppies, but I'd have to pull them out of my own pocket.
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Kathy,
We are not allowed to open the windows. That's because we are not allowed to turn the air/heat off or on, and we will be wasting electricity, and we are so not-intelligent that we will leave our windows open all night, wasting even more electricity, and allowing all the wanna-be fart-smellers access to our classroom overnight.
I am not the punisher, but the punishee.