The Weave must be bored. Cuz she's on the warpath. She wrote up one of my colleagues for her boy's behavior in the bathroom. Seriously, a TEACHER is in trouble because of how little boys behave in the bathroom at the other end of the hallway. Yea, it's that logical. And everyone knows little boys go down there to pee on the walls..or at least that what it smells like what they're doing in there. The pee smell really rolls down the hall now that the heat is on and it's nice and steamy.
I wonder what she thinks we can do about little boys in the bathroom. Go in there? Uh, NO. The Weave told my colleague to send them in pairs. She did. Then the Weave said send them alone. She did. Then, the Weave said call an upper grade teacher and disrupt their learning so they can come downstairs and escort your child to the bathroom. She did. Then, in a final stroke of genius, The Weave told her to stand in the hallway and wait to flag down another adult who might happen by...she did.
Until today, when The Weave happened to be the adult that happened by. And she flat out refused to take the little boy to the bathroom because it was not in her job description. Even thought my colleague was doing what she was told and the little boy in question was clearly doing the pee-pee dance. (In my experience, if they are already doing The Dance, you only have a few seconds before it's time to call home for a new pair of pants...)
At this point, I'm not sure how my colleague refrained from punching her in the face, because I don't think I possess that type of restraint.
And just like that, my colleague got a disciplinary letter in her file.
I refused to send my kids with books. I mean, come on...reading as punishment?? Instead they all wrote one or two poor choices they had been making at recess lately, and then brainstormed ways to avoid those choices in the future. I brought them down to the recess aides in a lovely little pile and said, "consider my kids punished. Let them play." I guess they were so frustrated with trying to get the other kids to sit and read (duh), that they let mine go. Hallelujah, right?