okay...some of you know i'm a PE teacher by day--and a super hero by night (no, not really). anyway there's this one kid in my US-highschool class, lets call him 'Curly' (nyuk nyuk nyuk...'soy'tan'ly) for those who get the reference.
so i'm taking my class of older guys (nearly ready for university, erm, i guess) off campus to a nearby baseball field because i like the space there and figure on reaping the benefits of this area twice a week. i prep my class for the journey's etiquette for traveling as a group...in short: crossing streets together/ keeping up with the group. keep in mind that this is the same group of darlings that i had to get a pit bull back in it's yard after thwarting it's half assed effort to bite of my student's half an ass off. this kid has teased the agressive dog, whilst another equaling brilliant hopeful had popped the gate which launched the dog after him. another story though so i'll get back to it.
today...Curly ran across the street like a tweeking amphetamine freak running away from some imaginary bubble people
what i pictured as i imagined what it must be like to share space in this lads head.
i yelled across..."it worked this time for you
Ginger, next time it will cost you a letter grade for the day!" he then walked into a glass bus terminal/shelter full force
[how they make it to school without safety nets is a mystery to me]. i added, " okay Sunshine, you've obviously punished yourself enough, next time stay with the group and i'll protect you from, erm, random bus shelters...they're trecherous".
God Bless'm...God Help'm
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