Last week was our school carnival. Of course, no school carnival is complete without a dunk tank where students get to take out their
aggressions toward their teachers in a supervised way. This year I told my students that anyone who dunked me automatically flunked 5
th grade.
I'm going to have a big class next year...
Even my own kid got me! (Unfortunately, I was the first victim on the dunk tank schedule. After my record breaking 43 dunks in a 20 minute shift, they adjusted the sensitivity of the target. Nice.)
Don't worry, I got her back with a great, big, soggy celebratory hug.
Isaac could hardly wait to try his arm at dunking the world's best principal! (Yes, that is a white coconut bra he's sporting.)
I'm going to have a big class next year...
Even my own kid got me! (Unfortunately, I was the first victim on the dunk tank schedule. After my record breaking 43 dunks in a 20 minute shift, they adjusted the sensitivity of the target. Nice.)
Don't worry, I got her back with a great, big, soggy celebratory hug.
Isaac could hardly wait to try his arm at dunking the world's best principal! (Yes, that is a white coconut bra he's sporting.)
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