test-mobiles and holy water
So it's been awhile...maybe I should write something :) Beware: it will be random.
Ranking up there with the unbelievable: last week when school was cancelled/delayed a few times because of the cold... On one of the delay days, a student's mother called and said her son wouldn't be coming to school that day because he was too cold. WHAT?!!? Contrary to popular belief, our school IS heated, and on most days I am sweating because it is too warm. He ended up coming to school.
There is no school today because of the snow. Super. I can see everything they learned in the past week and a half just leaking out of their brains. I was planning on giving tests to all of my classes...which they should have had last week, but were pushed back because of the snow/cold days. I'm plotting a "test-mobile"--my car, in which I will drive to each of my student's homes and personally administer their tests. I think the test-mobile should also play music, like an ice cream truck. However I don't forsee kids sprinting to catch the test-mobile--"wait!! I want a test!!" Maybe stealth mode would be preferrable.
Saw an interesting sight in the cafeteria last week. I walked in to get some coffee and one of the 9th grade religion classes was set up to have a baptism debate. Father Zach was in his priest robe (okay, there is probably a technical term for this, but I don't know it) chanting something about the 5th council of Nicea (I totally made that up, it was something like that), and sprinkling them with holy water. Except the "holy water" came from a plastic pitcher, and he was using the kitchen's dish brush to sprinkle it on them. He chanted something about how they should be grateful that it wasn't a toilet brush. I was highly amused.
Speaking of holy water, we walked in to the church for worship last week...and Jonathan pointed to the holy water, claiming it was a sign of the apocalypse. It was solid ice. A holy ice cube, if you will.
1 Comments:
Holy Ice Cubes, it's cold in here!!!
I think those priest robes are called 'vestments'. I'm pretty sure that's it, remembering way back when I was a good little altar boy. Of course, that was also before I had crushes on good little altar boys.
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