Sometimes there's just nothing more to say!

One day I was eating lunch in the teachers' lounge and one of the second grade teachers walked in. She was laughing so hard she almost couldn't tell her story. Let me preface the story by reminding those of you who do not have ,can't remember having, can't remember being, or just never want to know, a second grade girl , they are usually 8 years old thereabouts and thing they are all "Miss Thang". They quarrel, tattle, and sometimes actually fight, though not often. The fighting, that is. The rest is just a way of life for them. On this particular day as the teacher was walking the class to the lunchroom, one little girl had had just about enough of another young lady. She had tried to tell her nicely to BACK OFF but in true second grade form, the latter was not quite finished discussing the first little girl's heritage. So.....The first little girl finally rounded on the other and said, " Listen, you better just talk to my butt because my face ain't listenin' any more!"

The teacher took the path of least resistance and ran into the bathroom. Now, this is considered the coward's way out but when all else fails, and you know you never will be able to handle the situation in a coherent manner, much less with any sort of authority, the bathroom is the next best option. Besides, it is quiet, private, and no one can pull on your arm repeating your name over and over like little shards of glass driving into your temple. And sometimes, teachers even go into the bathroom and leave the light off for just a little while.......... There should definitely be more staff restrooms in schools for the good of all concerned.