The other day I needed to walk the block long cattle chute to the trailer classrooms on the other side. I got to the entrance of the chute, and this was my choice: 4 inches of water or 4 inches of sludge. There was no way to jump over it and no way around it. Did I want to be soaking wet or ruin my shoes in the mud? It was the end of the day. The kids had been dealing with this all day long, AND NO ONE HAD SAID A WORD!
I chose the water, soaked my good shoes, and then reported it to administration. Repairs were being discussed.
Kids have fallen on the sidewalk ice. One girl fell on the frosty deck outside my room. Not a word. No one even came in to tell me.
One boy came in yesterday after falling in the mud. I
The kids don't complain or even alert the office when there are mud holes to dodge or bad conditions to deal with.
So, this is Trailer High:
They have very little parking so they are parking several blocks away from the school. Using their car for a locker is no longer an option.
They have no lockers. They carry it all in their backpacks.
Mud and water puddles are everywhere. (Strangest moment of the week: Two boys with incredibly muddy boots volunteered to "power wash" them so they wouldn't track in mud. Scarier? I let them!)
Athletic teams have been struggling in just about every sport this year. We have very few wins to boast.
And yet--the sophomores are happy, smiling, and cheerful every day when they enter my classroom. They joke. They mess around. They always have a story to tell me. Morale is surprisingly good.
No one is more amazed that I am...and their attitudes and cheerfulness are contagious.
I keep wanting to ask: "Who are these people and what have you done with the students of Tiny Town ?"
So now I'm just wondering: Did someone put an antidepressant in the town's water supply??!!