Ho Ho Ho

The AP walked into my classroom yesterday morning. As my supervisor he does that often. Yesterday, being a half-day before the Holiday, I hadn't expected to see him. The reading block had just ended and my students were preparing our classroom for the party. The AP took about seven steps into the room and stood staring at the chaos. I couldn't help but notice his electronic clipboard under his arm -- the one he uses for employee evaluations. Several young ladies were opening bags of chips -- forbidden treats banned by CCSD's new nutrition guidelines. Paper plates and napkins, and mini-chocolate bars were being passed out. Cyndi offered the AP a chocolate cupcake slathered in butter cream icing. Nessa offered him a similarly iced sugar cookie. He declined both politely, then his fingers began dancing rapidly over the clipboard's touch pad. I was on my knees at my classroom refrigerator passing out caffeine laden sodas -- highly forbidden -- to my students. I stared at the AP with a sinking feeling. His fingers stopped moving. He held the clipboard up and studied his work, then he slipped the stylus from the side and started toward me. He was going to ask me to sign the dang thing. I rocked back on my heels, looked up at him and challenged, "You have GOT to be kidding." He swung the clipboard toward me saying, "Yeah, actually, I am." I looked at the screen. Bright red and green letters spelled out, "Merry Christmas!" and "Happy New Year." I offered him a soda. He said no thanks, but accepted a potato chip from Jasmine. Then he winked at me and disappeared through the communicating door into Mr. Texas-Drawl's room. Moments later through the open door I heard a very twangy, "Ya'll better be kiddin' me!"