Friday, 3pm. I am working up a sweat posting various colored pieces of butcher paper on my walls in hopes that it will create an environment student’s will enjoy being in. Earlier, I had taped fly paper from the ceiling because the swirling mass of disease carrying annoyances was proving too much for my already dwindling patience. Unfortunately, these two previous statements are about to merge into a rather entertaining plot. I had been standing on a table to reach the ceiling tiles when I turned to jump down and get another piece of butcher paper. Completing forgeting that I had attached fly paper in that very spot, I jumped directly into the paper and tumbled to the floor. The glue and paper proceeded to become very attached to not only my hair, but skull and pants. After much painful pulling, I was able to tear about half of the length off, leaving just my crazy hair and some green paper sticking out. I walked past oh not one, but three of my fellow teachers (one’s that actually knew me). I attempted to cover my dishelved mane but a massive piece of glue covered fly paper is hard to hide. A fellow TFAer named Sarah was able to recover the rest of the paper, but the glue was having none of it. I had to get at least some work done before I went home for the day, so I sucked it up and stuck my clumpy, glued hair to the rest of my head, in hopes that it might look quasi-normal. It was at this time Principal Pena decided to walk into my room and see my hair sticking straight up (no joke). And yes….in case you were wondering, they’ve put ME in CHARGE of 130 students. The girl who would be forever deemed, “Sticky” by her colleagues.
Now that’s one way to catch your student’s attention.
