Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Light My Fire
Still reveling in the fact that the 2010 Yearbook is history...at least until the rioting starts in about another month.
I wanted to celebrate with the students today during class, so did what any self-respecting adviser would do: I purchased a Carvel ice cream cake and a couple of decorative candles.
Only one small problema with my sweet surprise: Our Humble High School does not allow incendiary devices on the premises, unless in a controlled environment, like a chemistry lab. So, I was planning on festivities, sans fire.
And can you believe it? My journalistas let out a collective "Awwwwwwwwwwwww..." when they saw the cake. Partly because their favorite teacher (that would be moi) had surprised them. Partly because we had nary a match nor a lighter to cause a little combustion.
Proving, however, that I am ever the Resourceful Scribe, I thought for a couple of secs & lit on an idea.
No, I had nothing with which to light the candles, but that didn't rule out one of my cherubs, who happened to be located in a nearby classroom at that very minute
You see, while pot usage has declined nationwide among adolescents, the casual use of Mary Jane (for medicinal purposes, correctamundo?) happens to be soaring at Our Humble High School. So, I decided to test a theory I've had for quite some time.
"Hey, one of you go next door & ask 'C' if she has a lighter, or some matches, OK?"
A couple of sophomores looked at me with one of those, "What is she planning now?" expressions. But a junior (they're older, but not always wiser) took the bait.
"I'll do it...I'll bet she does!"
In 2 shakes of the proverbial lamb's tale, the child was back, concealing some contraband in her left hand. I lit the candles on the cake, they sang a little "Happy Yearbook" song & the Editors made a big production of closing their eyes, making a wish & huffing & puffing in grand birthday style.
Probably broke a few rules yesterday afternoon. But the kids had fun. I returned the illicit lighter to its rightful owner, with a great deal of thanks & a little bit of advice.
"Thanks, sweet pea," I gushed, before putting on my Teacher Face. "But you need to be less-obvious about your recreational pursuits, OK?"