THEN around 1:30 the director of head start comes into my classroom and tells me that there's a big mess in the boy's bathroom and that there's powder on the floor. i'm like "UH? powder?!" but i just nod and smile politely.
THEN she comes back and says that the "big boys" had been in the bathroom and should clean it up. as i'm on my way to the boy's bathroom to check it out, i run into another teacher who tells me that she saw those two big boys coming out of the bathroom looking at each other a little funny. plus, the powder is on the very top shelf in the bathroom and there are no other males in the building who can reach higher than three and a half feet. i haven't said boo to either of those boys and am not even the "big" kids teacher. but i automatically kick into camp counselor mode...
i ask the boys to come with me. confront them in the hallway about the big mess. they say they didn't do anything with powder, just went to the bathroom. we walk into the bathroom and i point to the powder on the top shelf, way above my head. "do you have anything to say about that?" they don't. "well i obviously didn't make this mess. i don't come into the boys bathroom. should I clean it up?" no, i shouldn't. they'll clean it up.
dang straight they will! we all grab paper towels and clean up the piles and piles of powdery whiteness that's ALL over the room, mixing with who knows what kind of liquid on the toilet seats and the floor. sick.
when we're finished, they're still avoiding eye contact but i say "thanks" and we walk in silence back to the classroom.
i hate being the bad guy. especially on the 1st day.
but later on, i realized i kinda like it a little.
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