So it turns out teachers are a gossipy brood. I knew this, but I didn't care until today when I turned out to be an object of one of the rumors. About three teachers stopped by my room and asked how I felt about moving my room. I said, "I don't know what you're talking about" until the third person, and then, I have to admit, I started to freak out a bit. I teach music, and I have a lot of stuff. Moving this lot of stuff would be outrageous, but do-able, it's just the fact that my room is starting to look like somebody learns something there, not to mention my office is starting to look like an adult works there. Anyway, I freak out on Mr. E during naptime and he tells me what I know, teachers are a gossipy brood, but of course this does little to soothe my worry, and I go on my co- teaching way. Then, of course, after Mr. E distracts me with his whole saga~ he had been chasing this bee in his class all week, he finally got it today and proceeded to turn it into a science experiment~ my principal finally steps out of his ages long meeting and tells me he had stuck up for me and my need for my room, and that, teachers are a gossipy brood...
The other rumour going around my school? A second grader has swine flu. Yes, for a brief shining moment, I was as important as swine flu. At least Mr. E got his bee.
oh yeah, and the double windsor is crispy!
