Tell me what you really think.
HAH! You give ME crap for being up too late... well, I guess I'm elbow-deep in it, too, without you adding to the mess.
Sorry you had to endure "Sk8tr Boi" more than having to dig into a toilet, frankly. NO ONE should have to endure that...
Lovely! Nice of the principal to thank you for the help. And here we all thought teachers were underpaid simply because they take on the education of our children.
Hey I think I worked with your janitor in the past. He used to cover puke with paper towels cause he was busy, then wait to see if someone else would finally clean it up. Once when I had a prep, he asked, "How would you like to do MY job for an hour." I asked him, "How would YOU like to do YOUR job for an hour?"
Disgusting! Don't you hug me with that arm! Unclean! Unclean! I don't care whose kids have to leave the dance early. I'm not touching poo for anyone.
I must admit there was a tad of throw up in the back of my throat that gurgled every time I giggled.
One question, the daughter in question says she's not touching poo for anyone and eventually you want grandchildren right? So are you going to cart yourself to her house 6 times a day to change a ditty?
You are a self sacrificing wonder. If I don't have to do toilet duty, well...I just don't! (oh but the toilets in my house sparkle because HG loves to do the toilets...go figure!)
Was my nephew among that group, or was that before he was in 8th grade?
That truly is an amazing story.
You should tell the "pubic" one too.
Or "My dad knows a guy who can do that."
WF
ewwwwwww
thanks?
Ok, that is just plain gross! LOL I guess our elementary school principal worked there for awhile, huh?
This was definitely going above and below what's expected, Jane. Good for you to be willing to get things moving again- and winning the admiration of middle school poopers!
We chaperoned a high school jazz ensemble to Den Hague where they were housed in a quaint hotel that had one bathroom per floor but down comforters on every bed. The was nice until the kids all came down with the plague in the first 24 hours...
"You're a better 'man' than I am, Gunga Din." No way in the world would I have done what you did. You deserved a Hero medal, and got shit.
No he did NOT say that?!?!?!
What an ASS!!!!!!!!!!
I've heard some disgusting stories in my day, but...
Seriously, though, I never would have done that. Ever. Not in a million years.
thats so gross! weren't there any other chapeones there? and all the principal said was it took you long enough?!? i would have slapped him with the hand i had used to just unclog the toilet.
Really. Repeat after me. Not. My. Job. Teaching? Yes. Chaperoning? Yes. Leading? Yes. Inspiring? Yes. Protecting? Yes. Squishing poop betwix me ole fingers? No. That there is principal territory if ever I saw it. You really overstepped your bounds. For shame.
What is it with all the poop on the blogs today?
Go read this:
http://www.planetbrenda.blogspot.com
I've been trying to think of a story to top that one but ... no, don't have one.
And rather thankful that I don't. 
-G
That's just gross.
One a good note, it made me stop eating the cookies that my fat butt doesn't need.......
wow! that was nasty! how brave you were. i know i would not have been able to do it.
The last time I chapperoned an afterschool dance was about 1990. Why? Because the vice principal in charge of the dance thought It would be my job to be the bouncer to kick the high school kids off the school grounds. Sorry, not in my job description. I believe PARENTS should chapperone school dances. As for that principal telling you to perform such a crappy job, I would have left a pile of crap on his/her desk, car, and maybe his front door area.......
Just another item for my list of why I am glad I never taught Jr. High.
If the poop doesn't belong to a child to whom I gave birth, I will not be touching it. Even then, there are limits.
As far as parents chaperoning, my brother and sister-in-law often chaperoned junior high dances. Matter of fact, they and Mamacita became good friends when their son (my nephew mentioned in my above comment) was in her class.
WF
(whose brother used to convince the DJ - the shop teacher, no kidding - to play Queen's "Fat Bottom Girls" as the lights came on and people started cleaning up at the end)
So other than that, how was the dance, Mrs. Lincoln?
Hoss pretty well echoed my sentiments, as he often does. Maybe he's my father, hmmm.
That is the grossest teaching story I've ever heard. I don't think I could ever get my hand or arm clean enough. I live very close to my school, so I would have driven home, got my plunger,used it, thrown it away and bought a new one.
Ewwww!
Now that you mention it, Mamacita, the worst boss I ever had was indeed a school principal. But even he has never sunk that low (in more ways than one!)
Oh. My. God.
Words fail me at this moment.
You should have gone up to the principal, ran a finger under his nose, and said "And I STILL smell like roses!"
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