"Oh yeah? How come?" Said I.
"Because she wanted to read a book and the kids were talkin', talkin', talkin'! But not me. I was the only one being quiet."
If by chance you are ever feeling as if your job is unbearable punishment or torture disguised by income, if by chance you are feeling as if you cannot take another minute of your job's duties let alone another day, I want you to come talk to me. I will take you to Yahoo #2's Kindergarten class. And then you and I can see, rather clearly, why that poor Teacher cried today. We might also see that few jobs are as tough as that of a Kindergarten Teacher.
I don't know what it is, but that Kindergarten class is freakishly out of control. I swear it's some bizarre space-alien experiment straight out of Sector 13. I've done some classroom observations in my days and no amount of mischief, mutiny or misbehavior comes close to Yahoo #2's Kindergarten class. She's a great Teacher and she's working hard.
I want to believe that Yahoo #2 and his Girlfriends are not adding to the perplexity of that poor teacher's situation. Our crew of four seem rather well behaved when we are there. But you never know.
I think a certain Teacher will get some very certain flowers from a certain blogger that runs. That Teacher might also get a certain flowery note that gushes appreciation.
Certain of it.