March 2020 SOLC–Day 9
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It was the end of the day and the general packing up chaos prevailed in our classroom. Kids were stacking chairs, grabbing homework, and picking up.
“Hey, P., your backpack is leaking water!” R. shouted across the room.
There was a sudden silence as all eyes turned to P.. and then looked down at the water trail across the carpet.
“Oh, no!” P. said, throwing his bag down and plopping onto the floor beside it.
With dramatic flourish, he started pulling out snow pants, his lunch box, hat, gloves, etc. They were all wet. Dripping wet. Then he pulled out his water bottle and looked at it in amazement.
“The whole lid fell off!” he cried.
Knowing that buses would be called any second, I walked over to help.
“Let’s see how bad it is.”
I looked into the bag. It didn’t look too bad.
“I think most of it already got soaked up,” I said. Then I turned the bag over to shake out the remaining drops so we could pack everything back up. In an instant, a veritable flood of water poured out over my foot and onto the floor. I had utterly misjudged the situation!
P.’s jaw dropped and he looked up at me open-mouthed. Next, we both stared at my dripping boot in the middle of the huge puddle spreading on the ground. Then, after our initial stunned silence, we both burst out laughing.
“Well, I guess that takes care of that, ” I said.
Quickly we crammed his items back in his backpack and he zipped it up just as the bell rang. I shook the water off my foot. We both glanced again at the puddle on the floor and then walked out the door to the bus circle, still laughing.