Sometimes something so horrible happens, people view it as funny. But not when it happens to you. So, this is for your enjoyment, not mine.
Background 1: Today my children had earned a special day. They discussed and voted and we ended up with MOVIE DAY. All subjects were done as movies, meaning for reading, we watched a movie that had been a book (Remember Patience Whipple from the Dear America Series). For math, we watched 2 short movies on graphing (which were excellent and is exactly what we are doing in math right now). For science, I splurged a bit and we watched a Discovery Streaming video completed unrelated to our curriculum but of historical and high scientific interest (we watched a movie about all the Apollo Missions up to the moon landing). They were highly interested. For writing, we watched an interview with an author, Phyllis Reynolds Naylor (author of Shiloh, etc.) It was off to an excellent start.
Background 2: At about 10 minutes into the Ms. Naylor movie, the principal came in quietly, as he was just “making rounds.” When he saw who and what we were watching he exclaimed, “MY FAVORITE AUTHOR! I LOVE THIS AUTHOR! I HAD MY PICTURE TAKEN WITH HER. SHE’S GREAT!”
At that exact moment, we had to stop the movie and most of the kids left for violin class, all wondering why that was his favorite author. He left and brought down a file folder. (I knew why it was his favorite author) Inside the folder, which I shared with the children the minute they returned from violin, were his pictures with her, a large brochure, and various newspaper clippings.
Our prinicipal had actually BEEN IN THE MOVIE, as an extra. (This isn’t a widely known fact because his “extra” part was a gruff, unshaved man standing at the local tavern, so I don’t think he wants that message portrayed widely
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So, the kids were all excited and interested and we continued to watch the interview. Ms. Naylor told three stories from when she was a child, and then read a few pages from the Shiloh book that actually showed how she had woven her real life experiences into the Shiloh story. Which is exactly what we are working on in writing workshop!
It couldn’t have been more perfect.
We continued to watch the interview. She began talking about an “Alice” series that I had never heard of. She explained how the next book (yes this is an old video) was going to be about Alice and her friend and their most embarrassing moments and secrets.
The hackles went up on the back of my neck. I thought “Hmm, I’m going to grab the remote, just in case.”
The Laugh: She proceeded to tell the interviewer (and my fourth graders) that the friend character’s most embarrassing secret was that her parents were getting a divorce. At this point in time, I breathed a sigh of relief. Some of my kids can relate to that – it’s okay. But, I was too quick. The next sentence she started talking about how Alice’s big embarassing secret was that she had never seen a boy naked.
I just about died and clicked off the video and said, “Okay, we are done with this video,” as I walked to the front of the room. But I didn’t want to send the wrong message to the children so I tried to cover and explain that authors write about things so they can connect with kids and help them feel like they aren’t alone or weird.
At this point, none of my girls will even look at me and the boys are all red-faced and I just knew they were thinking, “Girls want to see naked boys??”
I just wanted to die. I’m freaking out, the kids are freaking out, and my sweetest most wonderful (boy)child in the room says, “I don’t think she should have been embarrassed by that.” And I basically ignored him, wanting to be done and move on to some animal movie where my children will be distracted.
Laugh 2: All this catastrophe from the author that my principal had just been RAVING about!
So, just in case there were any parent phone calls, I told him about it at the end of the day. The first words out of his mouth were, “Why didn’t you preview it??”
Laugh 3: I said, “This is in the teacher video library to show to classes. It is from 1986. Surely somebody has seen/watched it in 22 years and could have had it removed or at least left a note!”
Oy vey! What a mess. So on my way home, I call my teammate (who was out sick today) to tell her. She is rolling on the floor laughing, because she knows how much I hate the fact that fourth grade is the year we show the puberty video and I always get all uptight and freaked out about. I mentioned that they were probably all thinking about the video and she said, “No, that won’t come till later on this evening as they sit and wonder, hmm” as she is laughing hysterically.
Seems like the pubery video came 4 months early this year. UGH.