Spring ....

My students may or may not have been feeling a little feisty today.  Spring, perhaps, is in the air.  Of course, maybe they’re just incredibly imaginative.  What happened?

Well, ....

It was the last class of the day, and I’d just started them on a writing prompt.  Silence fell. Pencils and pens began scratching paper.  One of the boys said, “Shhh.  I hear it.”

I looked at him and scowled; I heard nothing.

“What?” I asked.

“I heard it….”

The class looked at me.  Then, we all looked at him.

He hunkered down and whispered, “I just heard the silent steps of the devil.”

Oh, really, ….

What did I do?

I gasped!

“Where?” I whispered.

“The hall…” he whispered back.

Really ….

Off I went, charging across the room, out the door, and into the hall.

What did I see?

The superintendent walking down the hall toward our room, just a few paces away.

I’m fairly certain my face looked like this …

:o

I walked back in the room and whispered, “It’s the superintendent.”

The next thing I knew, several students jumped and looked toward the door.

Their faces looked like this …

:o

I turned and jumped.  Sure enough, there stood the superintendent, waiting in my doorway.

I looked toward my students, many of whom were shaking their heads.  I swear I could hear a silent cry, “Nooo!”

But, clearly, the superintendent expected an explanation of some sort.  Though, perhaps, I should simply have said, “Good afternoon.”

Instead, I cracked like a walnut!

“Oh, one of the boys, who shall remain nameless, said he heard the silent steps of the devil in the hall, so I went out to check.”

My students and I waited, mildly horrified.  It sounded ten times worse when I said it aloud.  I think I might have closed my eyes….

Laughing, he responded, “No, it’s just your superintendent.”

As he left and was walking down the hall, I heard him say, “Some of the kids thought I was the devil.”

How long does spring fever last?

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