Mutiny drama update: apparently the mutiny is over. For now that is.
Now I can gab away about random stories from our school field trip this week. One random mini tale from our oh-so-exciting-trip:
Sunday evening five of my girls trekked down to the dining hall a couple of minutes ahead of me. I followed, passing a cluster of punk men.
"Hello m'am, how are you?" they queried politely.
"Fine, how are you?" I replied, a little suspicious of their overly polite manner.
Reaching the dining hall five of my girls approached me nervously.
"Ms. Baker, those men outside were calling out at us and calling us "sexy" and "baby." They looked scared, so I slammed down the bag I was carrying, marched out side, and chewed the men out.
Apparently the men knew I was a teacher, so I was moved from "sexy" to "m'am" status. Another chaperone told me I should beat those men up, yelling, "you think I'm not sexy!"