If you're a regular reader of this blog, you are probably familiar with the Legend of the Seat Sack which is really just a story of how my school prioritized new seat sacks complete with embroidered mascot over paper. You know, 'cuz in this digital age, who needs paper? Wait what? Our classroom only has four computers? And three of them work? Hm...maybe we should rethink that whole paper thing after all. I never thought I'd see the day when wanting a ream of paper for my friend would make me seem old school.
Regardless. We got the seat sacks. And yes, they were lovely...however, perhaps they weren't the investment that the Powers That Be thought they might have been. They certainly were destined to only get one use. I understand that you could say the same thing about paper, but to me, the idea of teaching without paper is SIMPLY RIDICULOUS.
Within a few months (I would say by this time of year) the seat sacks were stained in marker, pencil shavings and assorted childhood goo. Some friends had sneaked in time to add a little personal flair to their seat sack by cutting a nifty border with their scissors. (You know, before I freaked out patiently informed them that the seat sack was not theirs to keep and would indeed be passed on to another child the following year.) Basically, they were living science experiments and I had vowed never to actually stick my hand in one ever ever again. (Long story.)
So, by the time February vacation rolled around, the seat sacks were looking a little worse for wear. I guess you could say the same thing about the rest of us too. It always seems that everyone gets sick right before a vacation too. It's like their little bodies can sense the impending time off and want to make sure they have an opportunity to pass the germs around before we all get a break from one another. Because sharing is caring.
One of my Super Colleagues has a particularly sick child who probably should have stayed the hell home but that would be common sense now, wouldn't it? who was looking particularly green. When said child jumped out of his seat and began to run out of the classroom, she didn't even question it. You only have to see a kid hurl in the corner of your classroom once and you will remember that urgent look forever. Run like the wind, sweetheart! However, her little friend did not make it out the door. Rather he stopped short, turned and puked INTO the seat sack of another child. I'm fairly certain the recipient was traumatized, not to mention the fact that her white board and marker were ruined.
At lunch, my Super Colleague shared the story with the rest of us inspiring the rest of us to spend the remainder of the day counting down the hours. I mean you know it's over when the sick kid pukes, right?