Australopithecus africanus

Anne spent this week dealing with small primates. She worked the Early Childhood Center. On Tuesday, she was in Kindergarten, where there were more than a few unruly children. She reported their deportment to their regular teacher, who decided to make an example of them and threw the book at them. On Wednesday, the teacher threw an art party, with snacks, for the “good” kids, those that Anne did not write-up. While those that were written up were given worksheets to do and forced to witness, but not allowed to participate in the other children’s merriment. Now there’s an object lesson for you. Yesterday, she was an ECC floater. When she tells me that she was a floater, I always envision her, face down in the water, with arms outstretched, doing the dead man’s float. Her day started out with a case of he said, he said, he said. Three boys had been involved in a shoving match on the bus ride into school. She straightened that incident out, at least to her own satisfaction. Later in the day, she heard a lot of noise coming from the girl’s bathroom and walked in on a case of she said, she said, she said. Two little girls were making bubbles using the soap dispenser. The sink counter was covered with soap and bubbles. A third little girl was trying to clean up the mess with paper towels, which she was throwing into the toilet. Anne cleaned off the sink counter, but decided that she doesn’t get paid enough to clean out the toilet. Later, she went looking for the poor janitor. Anne was walking them back to class, when their teacher showed up looking for them. Today, she didn’t have to work, but as is so often the case after spending time at ECC, she brought some of her work home with her. She has a sore throat now.