A crazy day in the life of a principal. In prose.

Crazy picture. Crazy day.  Flickr image credit Moffoys

6:30 am.

On the road, cruising in the carpool lane

for the first time this week.

Suddenly, in the darkness I see

soaring towards me

a giant

Hefty bag filled with

trash.

I slow and swerve but it hammers 

my hybrid anyways.

Trash flies everywhere and I keep going.

Later I hear on the radio there was an accident

due to garbage on the freeway.

I was lucky.

On to school, yard duty’s not coming.

No lunch for me.

I am the yard duty.

And the lunch lady, the yogurt opener, the orange peeler for the littles.

The airplane toy fixer.

Except it takes forever to find just the right

Allen wrench.

At the front desk, it’s usually

quiet.

Not today.

“Can I get a cleanup in room 120?”

I didn’t say that exactly.

Before calling home to mom 

after one poor first grader

loses his lunch.

In the parking lot,

more adventure.

Usually, pick up works like clockwork.

One broken down car in the way gave me

excellent practice

directing traffic.

Today was crazy, in a good way.

I call it a test of the system.

It worked.

We followed the number one rule of life.

Don’t

freak

out.

Thanks, Joe.

Still smiling. Headed home.

No trash in the roadway, just traffic.

The weekend is here.

Time for a

chilled glass of hooray.

Cheers!