There Will Be Flood

This might be the only time I have felt relief when coming into school on a Monday at six thirty in the morning. I know it doesn’t seem possible, but I have. I have because I wasn't one of the thirty classrooms that flooded over the weekend. I also feel so sorry for those poor bastards who did get hit. That sucks.

At first I thought that God was so displeased with public education, He had decided to start over only to have the school board pull His funding, but that wasn’t the case. A water fountain had “fallen” off the wall. My inner Sherlock Holmes is deducing that this is the same water fountain that was yellow taped off on Friday after a rousing game of toilet paper football by some of the students. I guess thousands of dollars of damage is the cost of boys being boys.

Hammer has informed us that restoration is already underway. That involves drying, cleaning, and apply an anti-microbial treatment to get rid of any mold, mildew and whatnot. She is hoping that the “wet carpet smell” will dissipate as things progress. A bright side for those teachers whose rooms were hit is that for a while, their rooms will smell like wet carpet and not hormonal teenager. Seriously, you’ve got a sweaty linebacker after athletics or a wet carpet? You choose.

Hammer mentioned an anti-microbial treatment. Before they finish pumping all the water out, maybe we could throw together some sort of makeshift dip for some of these kids. What? Pet salons charge high dollar for something like that. I’m just saying….