**BREAKING NEWS: Just minutes ago Mr. Bear opened his eyes, looked straight at me and shouted, “MASSHOLE” before rolling over and going back to sleep. Real sleep. How much you want to bet he was having a strange dream??).
“What was your dream? I long for you to tell it.” – Shakespeare, Richard III
Mr. Bear doesn’t care to hear about my weird dreams (even though I always want to listen to his).
I understand his disinterest because mine are usually very long, very detailed, very weird, and quite often don’t make much sense.
Anyways, last year while I was planning my wedding, I’d lie awake at night after some ridiculous dream or crazy delusion, wondering what evil troll got inside my mind and decided it’d be fun to mess with me. (For the record, I didn’t have wedding nightmares every night, sometimes I had dreams about goats too).
I think these two jerks took over my mind and laughed like the devil as I tossed and turned all night long.
Now the devious duo is back, spinning tales about reading workshops without materials and forgotten to-do lists. I know I have a lot on my plate right now – trying to organize a classroom in one week is a feat I never thought possible – but why can’t I just think about those things while I am awake?
Perhaps the trolls want me to look like them for my first day of school. You know, no sleep = no beauty rest.
Yesterday was my first day in my classroom and I actually lived a nightmare.
When I saw my desk for the first time, I hoped that maybe the teacher from last year had left me some treats (in the form of supplies). I frantically searched the drawers for scissors, paper clips, or erasers. What I found was tiny little black things that resembled rye grains in a piece of rye bread.
I assumed they were lead shavings or black rice (I had to think positively) and began cleaning them up with a wet antibacterial wipe. Then it started smearing and smelling and I lost it. I actually ran out of the room and into the hallway because I thought I was going to yak.
I spent 45 minutes and used 30 of those wipes to clean the MOUSE POOP occupying my desk drawers.
You heard me. Mouse droppings galore. I am gagging right now just thinking about it.
I bet that mouse sat in the corner of my room and watched me clean up his turds, laughing away like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.
Anyone have suggestions on how to keep mice out of your classroom??