"Teacher, teacher! Come quick!" I heard yesterday during morning recess. I recognized this voice all too well...it was the voice of a "tattle-tale." A little hand grabbed mine and tugged me across the field to the very back of the playground.
"See?" the concerned tattle-tale pointed at a group of three boys in my class throwing rocks through the chain-link fence at a house just over the fence's border, trying to break its windows.
"Boys!" I called sternly, "come here please." Three little pairs of eyes were suddenly upon me, mouths wide open...caught! "You know the rules, boys. No throwing anything at school, it's not safe." I pointed to the empty outside wall of the school, indicating the boys' punishment. Knowingly, they trudged back across the field and plopped down, backs against the wall and buried their little heads in their folded arms.
I was shocked. These were not my usual "trouble makers." These were great kids who caused me no trouble at all. These were in all actuality some of the "rock stars" of my class. "Great," I thought to myself with a slight frown. :) I pondered on this for the rest of the morning. During lunch, in the teacher work room, I turned to my teammate. "I had three boys throwing rocks at a house this morning during recess. They were trying to break the windows."
"Yeah," she did not seem surprised, "for some reason, all the kids think that house is haunted. Someone started that rumor a while ago...we need to lay that to rest once and for all."
Later, I questioned the culprits. "Why were you throwing rocks at that house, boys?"
"Well...." they hesitated.
"I need to know...why were you throwing rocks?" I prodded.
"Well...because we saw a ghost inside!" one boy piped up while the other two nodded in unison.
"Yeah, it's haunted and we saw a ghost and we needed to GET HIM THE HECK OUTTA THERE!" said another.
Truly...truly, these boys TRULY believed that house was haunted, that they had seen a ghost and that by throwing rocks, they were heroically saving the school.
I smiled. It was genuine, good-intentioned, albeit not allowable in this instance, boys being boys. There was no mischief, no intentional breaking of rules, and no "true colors" showing through. :) Boys...cute, sweet, hilarious boys.
With Love,
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