Yesterday, I had a junior intern in my classroom. It was her very first day to teach a lesson in my room.
She was busy explaining the project to students, when I got distracted from my paperwork.
While she teaches it is my responsibility to fill out a form and give her feedback, but while I was concentrating on what she was saying and trying to fill out all the little boxes on the form, I noticed a boy sitting in front of my desk with a little white paper wad.
The boy started flicking the paper wad around the table. My junior intern hadn't noticed him, but I noticed and I could not concentrate on the form because he kept flicking it. And flicking it. And flicking it. Finally, another kid at his table got annoyed too, and he grabbed the paper wad away from the first boy. The first boy made a big angry huff at the other kid. And then he met my eye.
The look on my face, and the scowl that followed made the boy wither into a sad, wilted, tear-filled, brokenhearted puppy. He looked like a cartoon character with a quivering lip, fat watery tear about to fall from his eye. But he had forgotten all about the paper wad. He sunk into his seat, and turned his eyes on the other teacher in the room.
When I got home from school later that afternoon, I went straight to the cupboard to fetch my Easter candy. I have a little container of jelly beans (from last week) and Cadbury mini eggs. My absolute favorite candy in the world. It had been a long day, I needed some sugar.
Much to my dismay, the little plastic container of candy was not in the cupboard.
I search high and low, and I could not find it. Where could it be? I always leave it in the same spot-----
And then I realized....Mr. M. must've hidden it. Where could have have hidden it? Why?
A few hours later, when Mr. M. got home from work, I questioned him about the missing Easter candy. "I've hidden it somewhere in this house," he said. "It's up to you to find it."
I proceeded to give him the same look I had given that boy, and after the scowl that that followed the look, Mr. M. withered into a sad, wilted, tear-filled, brokenhearted puppy. He looked like a cartoon character with a quivering lip, fat watery tear about to fall from his eye. But he turned right around, dug the candy container from its hiding spot, and handed it over without a fight.
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