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Teaching. It ain't what it used to be.

Teaching. It ain't what it used to be...

I don't even know what that means, because ever since I started teaching I thought it was a pretty messed up profession. That's probably why I love it.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Free Drugs for Red Ribbon Week

This morning we had an assembly for Red Ribbon Week. Picture roughly 800 kids on the blacktop dancing to a drumbeat. There were cheerleaders, football players, dancers, and a good chunk of the marching band.

A sweet girl with a microphone attempted to rally the students.

Who wants to play football?

Who wants to be a cheerleader?

Soccer?

What about swimming?

Well, if you do drugs, then you can't do any of those things! Get it?

Okay. Now, we're gonna take a pledge. Everybody raise your right hand.

I promise that if anybody ever asks me to do drugs...

All the kids- I promise that if anybody ev..... jdjfjdfjajdj... do drugs....

I will just say no!

All the kids- I will just say no!

Forever and ever.

All the kids- Forever and ever....

Okay, guys, y'all stay drug free!

(Behind the scenes... quick! Somebody give the mic to the cheerleading coach!)

Cue some drums and the cheerleading coach. The kids did a cute little dance/cheer thing and high-fived the football players and end scene.

Fast forward to dismissal. I run into this super sweet first grade teacher. We stop to chat.

You know what one of my kids said to me today?

What?

Hey, it's Free Drugs day at school!

What did you say?

You're half way there, baby.

She throws her hands up into the air and walks away. We've got a tough row to hoe.

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