We were on our way back to the classroom at the end of the day. I had just picked my students up from P.E. and the final dismissal bell was about to ring. Once they got in the classroom the kids were more interested in the air conditioning, the drinking fountain and cooling off then they were in trudging back out into the 97F day to go home.
“Ms. A., Cindy won’t quit touching my water bottle!”Deb wailed.
“What?!” I frowned, this seemed like a personal problem to me and I don’t usually handle those, but just in case I asked, “Why?”
Deb responded, “She says it’s cold and it feels good on her wrist.”
“Huh,” I said. “Let’s see it.” I took the bottle, a squirt top sports model designed to be frozen, and sure enough it was still icy cold. I put it to my wrist and said, “Whaddya know, she’s right!” Then I turned to Pansy, “Here, try it!” And Cyndi, Nessa, Jasmine, Rosie . . . .
“Hey!” Deb wailed.
I turned to her, “What?” She snatched her bottle from my hand, then turned it toward me and squeezed.
My left hand shot out and with two fingers I changed the angle of the bottle. She squirted herself in the face, but her friends didn’t quite see it that way, so a water fight ensued. Luckily I keep a spray bottle full of plain water handy for cleaning the whiteboard, and I was readily able to defend myself from all attacks. In the three minutes it took the bell to ring we were all thoroughly soaked. It was fun. We might try this again, but next time I hope we have the sense to take it outside!