Saturday, October 27, 2012
In class we are reading Holes, by Louis Sachar. Poor Stanley Yelnats....keeps ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time. While at a juvenile correctional facility, (there for a crime he didn't commit) Stanley has to dig holes all day. One of his group mates, X-Ray, is the definite leader. He's the one who tells the boys how to line up for water breaks. Of course Stanley is last. But one day, Stanley does something pretty impressive. X-Ray decides to move Stanley up one space in line for water. We have discussed in class how this gesture symbolized respect.
Today....a sweet, loveable, innocent teacher (did I mention sweet?) was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time. UNDER THE SLIME BUCKET! My students worked hard all week to bring in money to raise awareness for being drug free. The teacher whose class brought in the most money won the prize. PRIZE?????
It was a prize for my students to watch me get slimed today. It was a prize for me to see them smile...although I am pretty sure some of those smiles were because they were witnessing the one who gives too much work get slimed.
So, in honor of Stanley Yelnats, I relinquished my phobias of both germs and large crowds of people staring at me to hopefully move up one place in line.