Tonight while scrolling through Facebook, a friend shared a story about something her kids did in their yard. I was reminded of this story from back when I was teaching third grade. I hope I haven't shared this story with you before, because it is one of my favorites. If I did, well, sorry. You can just stop reading. But if I haven't shared it, it's pretty funny, I think!
One particular year, I had this
fantastic class. I mean, they were the
best kids. I could not have hand-picked a better class. We had a new principal that year, and the transition was kind of rough (anyone coming after our beloved Mr. Thomas was going to have a rough time; no one could compare to what we thought of him). But I had these kids. Oh, how I loved them! Nice, sweet, funny, compassionate, patient, hard workers--just the best.
One day, we're out at the playground for recess. Suddenly, a girl comes running up to me and says, "Miss B! Johnny just peed on the tree!!"
What? "Johnny!" I yell, "Come here!" He comes right over, and inside I'm thinking there's no way, the girl is mistaken, this is a joke. He comes over and I whisper to him, "Did you just pee on the tree?" He immediately replies, "Yes". I suppress laughter and ask, "Why did you do that?" Johnny says, "Well, Sam did it, too." "Sam! Come here!" Sam comes over, I ask him, and he immediately answers, yes, he peed on the tree. At this point, me and my fellow teachers are trying desperately not to laugh because I'm sorry, this is
funny. These boys just peed on a tree on the playground at recess while at least three entire classes are outside playing! However, some kids saw, and I can't have kids going home telling parents that kids pee on the tree and don't get in trouble. So I steel myself and tell the boys that while I'm not angry at them, what they did was
very inappropriate and they will have to see the principal (I have to cover all my bases and protect myself as well). It was awful. I really
wasn't mad at them, I didn't even really care that much, because I knew that with these boys, I could have just told them, hey you don't do that, and they wouldn't have done it again. They were just being boys. But it's school. Sigh.
We go inside, Johnny is crying, Sam is stone-faced. I'm miserable, but still laughing inside. I sit them in the office and go find the principal. She's eating with the assistant principal in the cafeteria, which is now empty. I dread telling her, but tell her I do. The AP, Mrs. Carter, starts laughing immediately, but Miss Bane just keeps this very straight face and starts asking me about it. I told her how honest they both were, what good kids they are, and inside I'm hoping she won't suspend them. She didn't. It was one of the strangest things that ever happened during my teaching career.
I did talk to the parents of both boys, and we had a good laugh over it as well. I was on good terms with most of the parents that year, too. They were good parents (except one who we'll discuss some other time. She wasn't really a parent, anyway.) (Boy, I do get off-track quite easily, don't I? Oh well!)
These boys were just so great, though. They remained (and do to this day) some of my favorite students of all times.
Of course, all names in this story have been changed.
Thinking about this class, these boys, all these kids, just really warms my heart. I simply can't express to you how great they were that year. I will never, for as long as I live, forget these kids.