October 2004
| Nov '04 | Mixed Emotions | Sign GUESTBOOK | |
| Oct '04 | Call of Nature | ||
| Sept '04 | September Mourn | February '04 | Snowdrops |
| August '04 | Feather | January '04 | Dear Diary |
| July '04 | Stuck in that Moment | December '03 | Deck the Halls |
| June '04 | Judge Not The Book | November '03 | November Rain |
| May '04 | Silver Satin Coins | October '03 | Nine Months Awaiting |
| April '04 | A Girl On a Swing | September '03 | A Tale of Two Cities |
| March '04 | From Your Daughter | August '03 | 'Eur' Vision is Our Vision |
Call of Nature
A short distance away, I heard the school bell ring. Slowly excited laughter faded to ruffled rumbles. In my mind I pictured uniformed children standing in line, waiting to enter their respective classrooms.
The first scents of autumn hung on the air and as I inhaled, I longed for the glorious innocence of childhood.
The journey swiftly travelled from my own student days to my all too brief position as a pre-school teacher. I regret to say I cannot remember my own first day at primary school, so I can only surmise that it was an uneventful affair. I do however vividly recall my initial nervousness as I entered the Montessori classroom (as a teacher). Despite all the assurances that it was possible to engage 20 bundles of unbridled energy into calm & productive activities, I remained somewhat sceptical.
As the morning wore on however, I marvelled at my more experienced counterparts as they successfully achieved that promised goal.
During the morning I needed to use the bathroom. I was informed that the adult toilet was beside the children’s specially designed facility. As I answered the call of nature, a little voice piped up from the cubicle next-door.
“Teacher, what are you doing?”
- God what would be an appropriate reply? I played it safe.
“I’m going to the toilet, just like you.”
A few seconds elapsed and I wondered if my answer had been heard, then once again the voice emerged, this time far louder than before:
“Well teacher, don’t forget to pull up your underpants!”
© Pauline Power. 11/10/2004