I went over to KMHS today because I said I would.
Dr. Parrott was having food, and it was Friday. That's a really good day in public school. :)
BTW: Dr. Parrott? Did we ever find where "food day" is in the Georgia Power Standards? I think they must be under GPS 456. A, Section 4, Line 9, Gastric awareness?
I checked into the front office , signed my self in as a visitor, and placed my yellow sticker visitor's pass in a prominent place on my jacket. I didn't wish to be hit with a stun gun or tackled by an administrator in the cafeteria since I would be "strange adult on campus." Administrators get all kinds of itchy when they can make arrests.
Administrator 1: 84 to 85 ?-- Strange adult crossing cafeteria. Please 10-4.
Administrator 2: 85 to 89? -- Should I delay "strange adult" passage through hallway? Arrest? Detain? Give Saturday School? [salivates at the thoughts of paperwork]
Administrator 3: Am I 89?
Administrator 1: This is 84. Where are you 89?
Administrator 2: Do I Delay? Is this a code 3? Arrest? [please, please, please?]
Administrator 3: [finishes Sonic hot dog] I'm ...in....my....office. Yes, I'm in my office.
Sonic carhop: Here is your route 44 lime mountain slushie. Will there be anything else?
Administrator 1: What's that in the background? Are you questioning a student?
Administrator 3: *coughs, coughs* Yes. I'm in the middle of a 567.
Administrator 1: Let me know when you have completed the paperwork. We could use you in the cafeteria.
Administrator 3: Sure, sure. *clicks off walkie talkie and cranks car*
I stopped my Mr. Woodall's 2nd period British Literature class. Other than Kara Smith who screamed out "GILLHAM" like I was her collie, the kids were all kinds of "eh."
I loved you too.
When I went back later, I got a couple of words out of Erika, a shrug from Josh, a "hey" from Michael, a hug from Jamie, and a pretty much "IGNORE BUTTON" from the rest.
It makes the old adage -- "out of sight, out of mind" pretty accurate.
Loved you too, morons!
Woodall and I discussed the state of the school. It's still in the same state. :)
As I was leaving Woodall's classroom, Emilee H. shouted "Gillham" from the hallway -- and then pointed to her forehead and then to my forehead like we were whales, telepathically communicating --- as if, she somehow knew I was in the building....
I then met up with Maegan, Monica, and Becca who apparently had escaped from A lunch in search of me since "word" was out that I was around.
We greeted each other.
I walked with them to the cafeteria where Jess met me in a dead run in the 45 degree hallway -- and she ran at me like she was in slow motion.
I felt like I was in a perfume commercial or underwater.
She hugged me, and then the four of us went into the cafeteria where I was greeted by Carly, Manross, Emilee H (again), Kara (again), and Little Otto -- where we huddled up like we were about to sacrifice a chicken ...
We giggled and snorted --
Emilee H: We look really cool.
Kara: *does little dance*
We were talking so quickly and so fast that I hardly caught what they were saying.
At one time I thought Jess had screamed, "I want to be fixed. I want to be fixed."
I've been out of the classroom a few months, so I don't have the hearing I used to... but I thought she wanted to be fixed. There was so much giggling and guffawing that I don't know what she said.
Maegan: I want you to come back.
Me: And do what?
Caitlin: Teach us. Teach us.
Me: I did that last year.
Jess: Do it again. This time I will listen.
Monica: Come back, please, I miss you.
Me: I miss you too, but that's it.
Those girls all made me feel good, and I missed them so --- and if I could go back and teach, have them in my classroom, and I didn't have to grade their crappy essays, I just might go back to teaching.
Then I slid into the media center to see my favorite trio -- Nan, Trudy, and Sherry -- we yukked it up a lot, they listened to my stories, and it was just like old times -- except they told me I looked "rested."
That would have never been said about me when I taught school.
Then I went to see Betty Garner, now known as Lil' B since she's lost a million pounds. She looks great, and it was lovely to see her... she always makes me feel so good. Muah.
I stopped to see Artigas in my old room.
I saw my old walls, my old carpet (ick -- are the termites still there?), and for a moment, I was like "awww.. my old room, my old roommate" and then I was like...
SNAP OUT OF IT.
Remember the crappy papers?
I stuck my head in Mixon's room to see Jessica, Laura, Amy, and Marjorie.
We did another EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, but this time it was answered by a boy across the room of unknown origin.
I answered him back with an EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.. and then we were done.
I looked for Mr. Mixon. He was no where to be found. Good thing I wasn't an administrator.
Then I'd have to call in a Code 6749999 also known as teacher gone AWOL. There is no class that runs more amok than the yearbook staff unless it's the magnet program.
I finally made my way back to Parrott's room where Caitlin and Cori were waiting to chat with me, but I got back too late.
They were sad. I was sad. I love those two girls. :)
Parrott had to give a vocabulary test, school had to return to normalcy, and I, yes I, got to leave by the back door --- and I got to leave with no regrets and no crappy papers to grade.
Pssst. Brian G? I think the answer to number 1 on Parrott's test was AB -- but I'm out of practice. The only word I can truly define these days is "REFREAKINTIRED."
Good to see you, all my friends.
Keats sniffs the jacket with the visitor's pass.
Keats: [smells school] hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.