The school I work at does Thanksgiving dinner for the students. It's a big event with all of the district big wigs attending as well as probation officers. My students were all acting out (hangovers, a pregnancy ~~ a general reaction due to an unstructured day) ~ I do have to say I was not having fun at all ~ I felt like a parent at the dinner table. I noticed the chair I was sitting in was a little wobbly, and I made a mental note to let the janitor know when dinner was over.

 

When it was time to take my students back upstairs I slid back and the damn chair folded underneath me. I fell flat on my ass. I wasn't even off the floor and the Superintendent was at my side (with her posse) making sure I was OK. I was fine and surprised that I wasn't even embarrassed. Age does have its perks. Some staff members joked that I should have milked it ~~ maybe get a free chiropractic adjustment out of the deal. No need ~ I'm fine.

 

What I found most interesting though was that the very students who were making my life a living hell were right there to defend me when students from the other classes were laughing. They thought that it was "rude and very uncool".

 

I guess they're the only ones who are allowed to make a fool out of me ;~D

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