Our day began with a lightsaber fight at the bottom of the stairs. Tre` remembered to clear the action with the teachers on the first floor but forgot that sound travels. We received quite a verbal lashing on our way back to the classroom from a teacher who was in the middle of testing. Yikes! Still, the choreographed display made it worth it. I apologized to the teacher at lunch-- and while I was sorry for our interruption, I had no regrets about the delivery.
Tre` and his friend had clearly rehearsed the scene and it was really as much fun to watch as his story was to read.
Other highlights included a mystery theater story. Rachel not only organized a group activity which included magnifying glasses to solve a 'murder' but she also ordered a cake with a body outline and cautionary tape. Student engagement levels were wonderful.
"Mrs. Burnquist, there are three sheriffs here to see you."
"See me? What?"
"Yes, and if you could just send a student to lead them to your room that would be fine."
Have you ever been on the freeway, following the speed limit but you see an officer to the side of the road and either remove your foot from the accelerator or slam on your brakes for a second? That horrible, senseless guilt. I had the same reaction to this phone call. What have I done? Okay, yes, I've been on facebook. I did show a movie but it was PG... these are the thoughts that raced through my mind as I asked my neighboring teacher to watch my class. No way was I going to send a student down there.
When I arrived at the office, there were indeed 3 sheriffs--guns and all.
"How are you, officers? Can I help you?"
The tallest of the three stated in a gruff voice, "Ma'am, we need to go your classroom immediately."
I started to guide them to the 400 building, but then my protective side kicked in and I opened my mouth again. I began to wonder if they were there to pick out a student and I wanted to spare such a student any shame.
"If you need to speak with a student, then I will ask you to wait out here and I'll be happy to go and get him or her," I said.
"Ma'am," replied another sheriff, "Just take us to your room."
My heart raced as I led them to my classroom. I searched the halls for an administrator. My thought process was pretty much in weirdville at this point. I remember thinking if I was going to be arrested or framed for something then at the very least my vice principal should be present.
The sheriffs went to the front of the room. Students were alert--I have never seen a group of kids sit up so straight. The quietest sheriff reached into a bag he was carrying,
"We have a special delivery story for Mrs. Burnquist."
I will admit to almost fainting from relief. My three absent girls from earlier in the day had set this whole thing up. I never saw it coming. It was simultaneously brilliant and funny and terrifying.
My adrenaline didn't really settle down until I began my afternoon commute home--driving the speed limit of course.