Lest there be any
question as to whether Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is an anal-retentive obsessive
control freak, let the record show that THIS is the chart she taped on her desk
for the support staff to use when moving furniture back into her classroom this
summer after the grand waxing:
Yes. It IS extremely
detailed. Down to the number of tiles between each desk, the order of
appliances in the leaning tower of electronic gewgaws, and the placement of
every other piece of furniture that calls this cozy classroom home. Okay. Cozy
might be a stretch. Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is not a grandmotherly, creative, early
childhood professional. If you think, perhaps, this layout looks like a sterile
infectious-wound treatment center, she takes that as a compliment of the highest
order.
Don’t think Mrs. HM
ran roughshod over the staff, making them arrange her educational accouterments
over and over until they got it right. No. She was not even present when the
restoration occurred. You see, she taught them how to set up a classroom one
time. Not to get all creative and learn how to set up classrooms for themselves
for the rest of their lives. And they APPRECIATED Mrs. HM’s effort. Why, only
yesterday, when Mrs. HM complimented them on how perfect her room was when she
walked in the door for the first time since May…they thanked HER. Because she
made it so much easier for them to get ‘er done, rather than trying to remember
how they pushed the mop around the desks all year.
Uh huh. Mrs. Hillbilly
Mom is all about helping people.
2 comments:
Are you sure it was "thank you"?
Perhaps it was another one-syllable word that ends with "k" that they mumbled under their breath before saying "you"?
Sioux,
I am sure it was "thank you." Because this was not CUS. This is one who is fed Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's World Famous Chex Mix every Christmas.
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