More mice, more skates, and more tomfoolery. That, for me, is the long and short of last week.
My 10th graders hosted another skate night a few days ago at the Meeting House – and as a side note, let me warn you never to try the Hokey Pokey on rollerblades. All was going well until the disco-ball stopped working.
(photo courtesy Brandy Ingle)
But we were not to be thwarted. A series of volunteers (myself included) tag-teamed a manual spinning of the ball for the next hour and half – which is exactly how long it took until someone had the bright idea of putting a new battery in the thing.
Another annual event I witnessed this past week was the illustrious Banquet Invitation Announcement. Banquet is something like Prom in the States – a big night for high school juniors and seniors to live in the Jazz Age for an evening – with all the dresses, decorations, and anticipation that comes with it. And in a small community like this, it’s all the buzz. Each year, about a month before the Banquet, an announcement is made at the high school during one of the morning breaks. Students are given invitations, parents perform a skit, and the teachers get to sit back and enjoy the show. This year, the skit was a compilation of musical numbers from Singin’ in the Rain – and it was a sight to see. Here’s my friend Leah providing the rain:
The all-too-cunning, all-too-strong mouse of last week’s shenanigans has finally had his undoing. I was sitting at my computer one morning typing up a research paper rubric when – scritch scritch – the pesky furball started munching on my crackers. I jumped up, ran to the counter, and quick as I could, cut off his exits. Now his only options were a high jump off the counter, or a dive into the toaster. He chose the toaster.
No, I did not toast the mouse.
Come on, people – I’m not a barbarian. I covered it up with a dishrag, unplugged it, and carried it to the tennis courts – the closest place I figured it could do least damage.