It was study hall of the last block of the last day before Thanksgiving break. Not surprisingly, the kids weren't eager to crack open the books.
"Can you let us go early?", they asked.
They probably expected me to say either (1) "No, you can't go early. The break starts AFTER this block, so get crackin'" or (2) "I s'pose if you're all well behaved, we can leave a few minutes early".
What I said instead was,
"I'm actually surprised so many of you showed up!", because I was. It was study hall of the last block of the last day before Thanksgiving break, for chrissake.
That statement seemed to perk them up, make them think maybe they had a chance after all.
"How about you mark us all present, and then let us go!", they pleaded hungrily.
To which I replied,
"Oh right! Then you go off and get in a car accident a mile from school. You're paralyzed, and I'm in prison, and that's how we spend the rest of our lives!"
So marked the beginning of study hall of the last block of the last day before Thanksgiving break. They accepted their fates and we had a pleasant time while making it officially to the break, but not before responding to my scenario with,
"But think of all the good you'll do in the world if that doesn't happen!"
I guess we'll never know.
The week actually went by quite fast, so that was nice. I met another adult at the allergy shot place. I'd seen her there before, a rather quiet bookwormy type, so she seemed. She went into the shot room from the waiting room and was wearing a light jacket.
When she emerged, her jacket was off as needed to receive her injection. She had an ice pack on her arm and was doing some Lamaze-like breathing and sat down near me. She moved the ice pack and revealed that her entire upper arm was covered with a large tattoo of a horse head.
We ended up having a pleasant conversation involving tattoos and shots and shot tattoos.
Hmmm... don't judge a book(wormy) by its cover? Then again, I suppose one can be both bookwormy and tattooed.