Revolution, Babies, and Pill Bugs

The last time I told a class I was pregnant, they spent about 45 minutes processing and asking questions. This time, it went VERY different.

After telling most of the staff, I was eager to let the kids know. Especially as it got more and more obvious that I was not just getting chubbier. I wanted them (and their parents) to hear from me before word got out. Unfortunately, crazy schedules, extended absences and unexpected time out of the room meant over a week had gone by since I planned to announce. Finally, I had a day that would work.

We spent the first part of the day on a field trip, touring sites in Boston associated with the American Revolution. One of my favorites! We were scheduled to get back around 1:30, which would give us two hours before the day ended. Plenty of time!

Except it wasn’t, because we got lost walking back to the bus, needed to find bathrooms, got lectured by a very cranky bus driver on noise level before we could leave, and then hit traffic. We got in about 2:15. An hour and a quarter? Plenty of time to process the miracle of life.

As we walked in, a frantic secretary waved me over. I ushered my kids into the class, and went to see what was up. Turns out the living organisms we had ordered for our upcoming science unit had come in. Not last week, like the original order said, or next week, like the company told us when they contacted us about the delay. Sitting in the office patiently waiting to be ogled by children were several containers of snails, worms, and pillbugs. All of which would die if left over night in said boxes. Excellent. I figured setting them up in the terrariums we had made could take awhile.

Once we were in the classroom, we circled up on the rug. I had the kids quickly go around and say something they learned on our trip. Then I said I had news to share, told them I was expecting, that I would miss some time but not a full year, I didn’t know the gender, and no, they couldn’t pick the name. Then I asked for questions. Most were to repeat that no, I would not let them pick the name. No, not the middle name either. One boy asked if he could say a comment. When I said yes, he replied, “This was a really weird transition from talking about the field trip.”

I smiled. “It sure was. Now head to your tables. I’m going to hand you a paper plate with worms on it.”




Problems You Don’t Have At Your Job

– The electricity went off over the weekend, shutting down the filtration on the second grade tide pools and killing all the things in them. Therefore it smelled like a sewer in our building on Monday. On the bright side, it led to such creative student generated content such as “It smells like an ocean fart” and “It smells like Poseidon’s butthole.”

– Multitasking. Now, most jobs have this. The printer is broken, and I need to print an agenda for this meeting, and my boss wants to talk to me! Or something. (Clearly, I have never worked in an office.) What you probably don’t have- Oh no! The aquatic ecosystem organisms were delivered early. Now I have to find a place to store these snails. And I arrived late today due to a history training. And the principal is on the phone because one of my┬ákids punched someone. It’s hard to prioritize which is more important: counseling non-violence against others, or keeping snails alive.

– Asking yourself “I wonder what it’s like to have a job where you aren’t constantly worried you’re going to pee yourself?