Day two of my week-long class proved to be just as rip-roaring fun as Day 1. (Can you sense the sarcasm?) My instructor is a 60+ year old retired male high school calculus teacher. Let's just say it's difficult for me to relate.
He is in a room full of 17 elementary school women, 1 elementary male teacher, and 2 high school male art teachers. Do you know what we ALL have in common? We are there because we NEED to be there for recertification. Not so much because we want to be there. It's one of those classes you take because it is short, nearby, and relatively inexpensive (compared to other graduate classes.)
And God love the man, he tries. He gives us plenty of breaks, lots of great snacks, and has let us out early so far both days. But we are pretty awful as a group. Teachers are the worst students. We like to talk, get side-tracked, start chatting with another teacher of the same grade level, and pretty soon we get lost in our own little world. Each time the poor man tries to get someone to read, everyone is either asleep, in the bathroom, or has a mouthful of chocolate.
But do you know what else he gives us? Homework. I have roughly 10 assignments I need to get done this week. I work best under pressure, which explains why I am typing this post as opposed to typing my response to another mind-numbing article I just read.
It hasn't been without some comedy. I have been accused several times of sneaking vodka into my water bottle. (Who, me?!) I was moved from the "blue bird" group to the "buzzard" group for asking to go home early. (Hey, it worked didn't it?!)
Then there was the little mishap in the bathroom. I tend to use my foot to flush public restroom toilets. Ladies, do you know what I'm talking about? Well, this particular toilet in a kids' restroom at this school has one of those flat, circular flusher buttons just above the bowl. After taking care of my business (luckily it wasn't a major transaction) I went to flush the toilet.
Well, I lost my balance and my foot went INTO the toilet. Yep, I got a little toilet "water" on my sandal and foot. My only saving grace is that this was a "one seater" restroom so I was able to recover from my embarrassment quickly, give the foot a good wash in the sink, and walk out with my head held high.
I can barely wait to see what tomorrow has in store for me.