Bad Supplying

I got called to teach this morning. I got my assignment sheet, glanced at what was coming for the day and stopped dead in my tracks.

"Take the boys outside to the field to play a game of touch football. You only need two footballs as there will only be two games going on simultaneously."

It's 6C out there, and pouring rain. I don't think so.

I went to speak to the athletic department to see if there was an indoor alternative. Unfortunately, due to a tournament, there was not. However, the athletics teacher kindly suggested that the boys could watch the tournament instead.

I said I'd think about it, and during period one, I had two boys vomit on command. That solidified my decision to keep them indoors where we were less likely to die of hypothermia.

So, we watched a volleyball game instead. If I get fired over it, that's fine. I was not about to stand in the rain watching them kill each other playing touch football, and I was not about to let the remaining Mr. Puke who wasn't able to get a ride home stand out there either.

Otherwise, the day was okay with no more than the usual amount of cajoling, threatening and pestering that comes with the territory.