Wednesday, June 25, 2008

I Think I May Have Super Powers...

Because yesterday I leaped across several desks in a single bound. Call me crazy, but I think that counts.

I am literally counting the hours to the end of the school year. This time of year there is absolutely NO TEACHING going on whatsoever. Everybody starts stripping their rooms and packing everything away. Kids lay around the classroom, doing what they please. It is impossible to teach until the end in this environment. So, being the control freak that I am, I have attempted to give my friends SOMETHING to do everyday. Today they were scrap booking. I printed out multiple copies of all the pictures we've taken this year and they go nuts collaging pages to take home filled with memories. They're actually kind of cute.

We had been in the classroom for an hour. An hour. And somehow I missed the mouse carcass in the back of the room.

Yes, you heard me correctly.

I was busy organizing some files when a friend came over to me.

Friend: Mrs. Mimi? Can I go to the bathroom?
Me: Sure sweetheart.
Friend: Um, and I wanted to tell you privately, but there's a dead rat by my desk.
Friend: There's a dead rat near my desk.
Me: Um, oh, OK....well, thank you for keeping it between you and me. Um, go ahead to the bathroom and when you come back, come sit over here by me. I'll get someone to take care of it. Do you think you can keep it a secret? (I practically am begging as visions of screaming children danced in my head)
Friend: Sure, Mrs. Mimi.

Impressed with my friend's adult behvior in this situation, I glance over to the area in question. And yes, there is a dead mouse. (Not a rat...they always say idea why.) It's on it's sad with it's little paw curled up. It's almost like a cartoon. But it's real. And in my room. And gross.

I think to myself, "Why did I wear open toe shoes to work today?" as I get that creepy feeling you get when you walk past a hill of ants in flip flops.

Luckily, no one else seems to have noticed our "visitor."

I call the office and request a custodian to come deal with the carcass.

20 minutes go by.

I call back, as a little reminder and mention that there are twenty children in the room and could they please hurry?

20 more minutes go by.

I wonder what they are doing since my garbage hasn't been emptied and my classroom hasn't been swept in about a week.

10 more minutes.

However, no one other than my friend has noticed, so I consider myself fortunate.

And then....

A voice literally thunders, "WHERE'S THE DEAD RAT??!?!" from the doorway. You can almost hear brakes squealing the background as all the children freeze and then simultaneously look to me to gauge how they should react (isn't it weird how kids do that?)

I literally leapt across an arrangement of four desks while simultaneously shooting my kids my super hero silencing glare. KA-ZAM! And then I whisk the custodian into the hallway and explain the need to be discreet.

In the end, the dead mouse was removed, the kids kept scrapbooking and Super Mimi saved the day.


Em said...

Super Mimi to the rescue! Hooray! I can't believe you're still in much longer??! Hopefully not too much longer. I hate/love those end of the school year days. I love that my class and I are all finally on the same wavelength. I hate that we get nothing accomplished and I hate that they have to leave soon and that they'll no longer be "mine."

Good luck!

p.s. I think you meant brakes not breaks. :)

Anonymous said...

You are awesome!
I hope your school year ends soon and that your next years class is as great as your friends have been this year!

PS Are you going to write over the summer break?

Anonymous said...

I feel your pain. I have once waited over an hour for throw up to be cleaned off a desk in my classroom. On top of it, it was close to 90 degrees that day! Yummy!

Carah said...

omg you ARE a super hero.

i love your blog. you're the best. im going to keep reading - i feel like i'll get some advice - next year is my first year teaching... :)

sandy shoes said...

I am *positive* you have super powers.

The end is coming!

Krissy said...

Ok, how are you still possibly in school??? It's the end of freakin' June. In Texas we're done at the end of May. Wow!

Dead mouse - yuk!

Anonymous said...

Do your kids speak Spanish at home?
If so, that's probably why they mix up "mouse" and "rat"- I noticed my bilingual students did this a lot as well. The Spanish word for mouse is "raton" and the word for rat is "rata" so I guess the similarity confuses them.
You certainly are super teacher for dealing with dead mice- ewww!

J.M. O'Quinn said...

Where's your cape? Funny story and well-told... I'm glad our custodians have a bit more discretion! Glad I stumbled across your blog-- will be coming back for more!

(Though I'm using my Blogger identity here I'm actually at But superheroes need secret identities, after all.)

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