I don't know whether or not you lived through the tidying process that recently occurred over at the Nuthouse? No? I truly do not believe that you know what you missed! I am not talking about "Spring Cleaning" oh no! I am referring in fact to a situation so full of angst that lesser women have been known to run, screaming from the the building when it was suggested ... yes readers, I am talking about that crime against education known as the teacher clear out! She fiddled, she re-arranged.
Now, those of you illustrious readers who are indeed educators will know exactly what I am talking about when I say that teachers are pack-rats, hoarders and selfless collectors. And you will also know what I mean when I say that there are times in our lives when even we realise that we need to organise our resources and even get rid of a few things. You know he things I mean - the notes from your first education lecture, the picture you were given on your first teaching practice, your environmental geography end of year assignement.
Well it was just such a day last week for the redoutable Mrs Fizz. She organised resources, tidied up and was still left with a nagging, burning, problem. Lard*! A wooden T-Rex with no home, no centrally heated cave, no storage hole.
So, that's lovely isn't it? Just what Mrs Fizz always wanted - a wooden T-Rex. She started searching around madly for a home for him. There's a slight problem with a T-Rex though, he's an awkward shape to store ... so the search continued.
She fiddled, she re-arranged.And finally, without instructions and only one or two helpful text messages from your truly, she finally got him put together.
Then, 2 days later, Mrs Fizz (yep it's her again) threw out the metaphorical gauntlet and challenged the blogging world to solve a mathematical problem. Having done so for her, I innocently questionned if there was to be a reward for this service. And barely three days later a parcel was delivered, a big, brown, paper parcel.
This was not what I meant by
reward prize Fizz!
I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened the paper. She couldn't find a home for it so she sent it to me?? I shall be taking revenge, this situation is going into my pocket for later; when she least expects it, when she has forgotten all about this I shall get her back! I shall! I have only 5 little words for you Fizzy "Be afraid, be very afraid!"
* "A T-Rex called Lard?" I hear you ask. Yes I asked too ... and apparently if you Google T-Rex without the hyphen you get a link to lard.