I worked Andrew’s class for St. Patrick’s Day in kindergarten. Being of Irish descent and marrying an Irishman it’s always been a holiday that I always go ALL out for. I mean ALL out for!
I paint the Irish flag on my eye lids, bright green shamrocks on my cheeks with green glitter, bright green lips, flashing, lighted shamrocks on my head, shiny green tights, with a shiny green blouse, St. Paddy’s day bobbles around my neck from my years of St. Paddy’s Day at Ft. Laud Beach, and *in my best French accent* the piece de resistance?? My bright green rubber turned up elf shoes! Oh yes, I looked like a leprechaun on crack! But when the kids got over their initial fear, they loved me!
I painted shamrocks on the kids’ faces. The teacher asked if the paint was safe & how to get the paint off in case parents want to know, I told her that I didn’t know if it was safe & I guess it wears off. I saw the absolute horror on her face thinking of the phone calls she was sure she was going to get from angry parents, that I decided I couldn’t screw with her anymore. Not if I wanted Andrew to have a pleasant experience in her class. SO I told her the paint came right off no problem. I saw the immediate relief in her face.
Oh if that could be the end of this experience, but it is not! Not by a long shot! The teacher had to tell me that the PRINCIPLE wanted to see me about Andrew’s behavior or there lack of, on the bus! Seriously? Today? She couldn’t be serious! NOT today! Not like this! Oh but she was and I had to meet with the principle dressed like a leprechaun on crack about my son’s behavior! Oh goodie!
So I start my green mile walk. I know the irony of it all! I thought, in for a penny in for a pound, I kept every bit of my get up on! As I’m walking, I am clanking from all my plastic shot glass necklaces from St. Paddy’s past, but I think it was the noise from my green rubber turned up elf shoes that had the most impact as I walked into the main office! I was met with the same kind if fearful look the kids had. Yup! What a proud parent moment I was having!
The principle called me in and proceeds to tell me how Andrew is close to being suspended from the bus for a week for his behavior. Andrew was crawling under the seats but this was not his only offense. I sat there with a straight green face and said “I really don’t know where he gets it from.” Yea, this Principle had absolutely NO sense of humor! Deep down he must have been laughing because Andrew did not get suspended.
When I asked Andrew why he crawled under the seats, he explained, in his defense, because he wanted to talk with his friend and he knew he couldn’t walk down the aisle of the bus, he would get in trouble! How can you argue with that logic and that HUGE big innocent smile of his? Ummmm you can’t! I wish I could say that was my last embarrassing moment with a teacher, but it certainly is NOT!
These stories are priceless and you’ve been being blessed forever it seems!
LMAO the vision of you walking around like that and the principil having a *serious* conversation with you (or was it at you???) is just too funny!!!
I also looove Andrew’s logic! hey it makes sense to me LOL :-)
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That was HILARIOUS!!!
[quote] I told her that I didnâ€™t know if it was safe & I guess it wears off. I saw the absolute horror on her face[/quote]
hahahahahaha!!! I would have loved to see that look on her face!
I sat there with a straight green face and said â€œI really donâ€™t know where he gets it from.â€
SNORT! That is priceless Connie! I’ll bet the principal didn’t know what hit him that day! LOL!
I have heard all of these stories before from you and I still LMAO The visuals you paint with words are priceless.!!!!
Of course you are a VERY FUNNY lady
I can’t wait to read the book
I’m still trying to figure out how to translate this one to stage! When I told my mother the Witch one she laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe!
See? It’s stories like these that will help people to get to know Andrew and really be touched by his journey in the hospital and beyond. I want the book to make people laugh and touch them more than be heart wrenching. Any story about a child going through what Andrew did is heart wrenching, my job as a writer is for people to feel the joy more than anything else so they will want to keep reading on. Now that is a tall order, but I’m up for it. :-)
You are more than up to the challenge Connie!
and you do it so well!!! :-)