“Miss!” one of my seventh graders yelled, “There’s fake blood all over the wall!”
The kids acting the Hammurabi skit froze as we all whipped our heads around. Sure enough, the entire wall— my “Class Objectives” whiteboard, our vocabulary words, and the stately blue paint— were splattered with red carnage. But that wasn’t all. A river of fake blood streaked the wooden floor, and the clothes of the student actors were polka-dotted red. Oh my!
All twenty-eight of us turned towards the student-actor holding the plastic sword filled with fake blood: the prop we had thought was such a great idea ten minutes ago. Red liquid dripped from a crack in the sword, oozing down the student’s dainty arm.
“Whoops!” the girl murmured. “Guess I waved it around too hard!”
We all burst into uncontrollable laughter. I mopped up the blood and we started the skit anew.
Oooh man… is there any better career than this? People tend to explain the joy of being a teacher chiefly in terms of idealism: “Teachers help the citizens of tomorrow, and what could be better than that?” But the OTHER reason teaching is the best job is just as compelling: it is HILARIOUS! Teaching middle school, especially, is ridiculously enjoyable and entertaining, every single day. Sure, we get our learning done; we write our essays and build those brain cells… but it is the moments in between that make it delicious.
Word is we’re having visitors from Singapore to our school next week. How do I explain the blood on the vocabulary?