The Fun Has Left The Room

Vacation is over and school is back in session.  Let's take a look at what's going on in Ms. Sheep's classroom today.  We can always find examples of studious behavior and devotion to knowledge in that Hallowed Hall Of Learning:

It is 10:00 and Ms. Sheep is rushing back to her classroom after yet another meeting.  She hasn't rushed in a while.  She has been on vacation for a week and had an extra day off due to weather.  She is out of rush practice.  She does not care for rushing.  If she has ever doubted this, she will do so no more.  Rushing is definitely a most unpleasant activity, even when it is very necessary in order that she tell everyone everything she needs to share.  Her intention at the end of this current rush is to speak with one of her teaching assistants.  She rockets through the first room which comprises her teaching space and enters the back classroom just in time to hear one of her new students (The Girl Who Has More Attitude Than One Would Think Possible In Such A Tiny Person) in mid-speech:

"...she is, like, so totally the opposite of fun!  I mean, like, when she comes into a room, she sucks all the fun right out of it!"

There is silence followed by:

"She is standing right behind me, isn't she?"

What can I say?  I am stealthy.  Even when rushing, I have ninja-like stealth goin' on.  TGWHMATOWTPISATP and I are cool, though.  She had the good grace to look  little embarrassed and the self-confidence to see the humor in this sort of situation.  She's a pistol, that one.  I appreciate the "pistols" of our world.  They keep things interesting.

And I do tend to suck the fun out of a room, at least from the teen aged perspective.  Who wouldn't feel like their joy had been vacuumed away when told that it is not a good idea to lock a sixth grader in the bathroom or that the school laptops are not for downloading videos of dogs doing things that the dogs' mommies would be embarrassed to see on the World Wide Web.  I am a killer of all things humorous.  It is what I do.  

And I wear very sensible shoes with very quiet soles.  

With all the rushing and fun sucking, I was rather tired when the day was done.  I'm still battling this Goo-Based Infection From The Very Bowels Of Hell, although I have to admit that things are looking better.  I was able to make it through a full day without too much difficulty and was only told that I looked horrible three times.  That is an improvement.  I even did my time on the little exercise bike (complete with knitting, but it is not a sleeve and don't even try and argue that it is) before calling the day "done."  Still, I anticipate sleeping very well tonight.  I'm tired.  It is only Tuesday and there are still three more days to survive before I can say I made it through my first week back after school vacation.

I need my rest.  There's a whole lotta fun out there waiting to be vanquished.  And I am but one killer of joy.

SA