65 - Garbage goblin.
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I was with my grade one class the other day. We're
all outside, and I'm trying to repair the fences
around the school yard. Some of these little kids
are bolters, and they'll run right through those
broken chain-link fences and book it into the
street. It's no good. And so I find this roll of
chicken wire in a storage shed, and we're
measuring out pieces of it, counting out cable
ties, stuff like that. That's counting,
arithmetic, it's learning, right?
But it's pretty nerve-wracking trying to keep an
eye on everyone and also do that job. And then
some goblin sneaks in and grabs my snips when I
put them down. I got to chase it all over the yard
until I finally trap it under a garbage can so I
can get them back. Which the kids think is pretty
funny stuff and get all worked up. Garbage goblin,
garbage goblin. And so of course one kid escapes
through the hole in the fence I didn't get done
fixing, and good thing that passing car did some
hard braking there. See, that's what I'm afraid
of. I must have accidentally cussed a bit when
that happened, so of course the kids spend the
rest of the day saying that word a million
times. Teaching is a pretty hard job you know,
especially when you're on your own. And I remember
back when there used to be aides and whatever in
schools, to help the spectrum kids cope. But I
guess that's not a thing around these parts any
more.
