In honor of St. Patrick's Day, I am reposting an account which was the inaugural post of my now defunct blog, The Principal's Prattle. Leprechauns never get old.
The school day was punctuated at either end by wide-eyed children with extra bounce in their step. At 8:35, 3rd grade Aileen, dressed in a lime green flare skirt and shiny green tennies, burst into the copy room asking if there were footprints to be found.
"They're all over our classroom! They're everywhere! Any in here?"
And out like a flash with an undulating tail of jibbering followers.
At 3:30 I entered the staff room to check on the St. Patrick's Day pot-luck clean-up crew.
1st grade Xochitl announced, "There were leprechauns in our classroom! They messed up the traps, left fingerprints on the window and one even left his boots behind!"
I followed her to the room to verify the scene of the melee, tsk-tsking all the way that they hadn't managed to catch even one.
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