As the two of you who actually read this blog know, I teach at a boarding school. As such, one of my responsibilities is to supervise a dormitory one night a week. I perform said duty in an upperclassman boys' dorm.
A few weeks ago, as Christmas neared, I happened to be on duty the night that the boys were supposed to decorate the common area for the holidays. Before I go any further, let me qualify that I am wholly unqualified for this task, as I can scarcely match my tie to my shirt on a consistent basis. Thankfully, one of my esteemed colleagues, who happens to be our Dean of Students, and her daughters came in from the bullpen and assisted with a plethora of craft-creating accoutrements. In what seemed like a fairly short period of time, they had created paper ornaments for each of our residents, who needed only to add their own name and photo.
In spite of the apparent ease of this task, the boys, who are all seventeen after all, were less then enthusiastic about it. I began with some gentle encouragement, and when that didn't work, I got a touch more forceful.
Which is to say that I said: "You get in and show some holiday spirit or heads are going to roll!"
Or something like that...For the record I'm sure they knew that I was being figurative.
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