Thursday, May 19, 2005
Tales from the Playground
One of my duties as a teacher's assistant is to accompany the kids to recess after lunch. Usually I have charge of seven kids and, for the most part, we don't have many problems. I spend my time playing with a yo yo, listening to my MP3 player and watching for any blatant misbehavior.
Today I was sitting on the bench doing the aforementioned things and two cute pre-k kids came up to me. One of them had thrown the other kid's car through a fence. The building that's very close to the fence had stopped the car but it wasn't within reach. Normally I would have just climbed the fence but this particular section is at least eight feet tall. I just didn't want to attempt that in my clunky work shoes and khakis. So I told the kids we needed a long stick and asked them if they knew of any on the playground.
Both looked at me very seriously and shook their heads no. I shook my head and said, "Well, that's what we need...a long stick so we can scoot it closer to the fence."
One of the kids looked at me and said, "No, we need the Power Rangers."
"You think so? I bet they're kinda busy," I replied.
"We need the Power Rangers."
"Okay. Well, you see if you can find them and look for a long stick while you're at it."
Off they toddled. One of the kids from my class came up complaining about being bothered by some regular ed. kids. Figuring I'd kill two birds with one stone, I sent him over to the lone big tree on the playground and told him to get me a long stick. I showed him the car and what we needed to do with that stick. Being a kid who loves to be helpful, he ran off at full speed and proceeded to attack the big tree.
Now. Let me tell you something about me. I'm not too keen on the playground monitors at Coronado. Perhaps it's my tendency to look at authority figures with a certain degree of distrust. Perhaps it's my cranky temperament. Perhaps it's the fact they come off as humorless twits who like nothing better than to squash fun.
I watched the proceedings with interest, figuring I'd have to take matters into my own hands eventually. Sure enough, one of the playground Nazis started making her way to my kid and his inept attempts to get a limb from said tree. I knew what she was doing. She was telling him to leave the tree alone. I also knew the kid I sent to do the job and once he's been told to do something, he'll argue until he's blue in the face with whoever tries to stop him. Only I or Tracey can get him to stop. He pretty much ignores everyone else.
I got off the bench and moseyed on over to the tree. I was met halfway by the playground Nazi. She proceeded to inform me that the kid was trying to pull a limb off that tree and I informed her that I had asked him to get me a long stick so we could get a kid's car that was stuck on the other side of the fence. She seemed a little miffed and said something about him "attacking a live tree" to get the limb. I kept on walking and told her I thought the tree would survive.
I don't think she was very happy with me but she left us the fuck alone while I told my kid to stop pulling on the tree limb and I found a nice dead limb that needed removing. After much twisting and turning I got the damn thing off the tree and we traipsed back over to the fence. I'm sure she watched us the whole time but I ignored her.
We ended up rescuing the car and I sent another kid from our class to return it to the Cougar Care class. Yes, we saved the day and flouted authority. Sometimes my job is very fulfilling.
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