spelunking in the girls bathroom

ever been caving? gone through the birth canal? (apart from the first moments of breathable life)...one of my favorite things about Kanakuk Kamps is the fact that it is near AR., and there are some great caves down there! one of the activities that we used to do was camping, caving and hiking. my favorite thing in the world was the caving and rock climbing. i think there is something wonderfully mysterious about being in the tiny dark spaces under the earth where quite possibly no other living thing has seen or touched.
                                  (sorry, i had a picture i wanted to insert here, but i cannot locate it! if i do, i will update!)

i know this does not appeal to everyone. i think i could probably live in a cave like jesse james and his bandits...if it had electrical outlets and a shower and a bathroom and cable tv (hate to miss hgtv and food network!) ok, maybe not live in a cave, maybe just a 2 day visit...if it had a bed to sleep in. which, by the way, there is a cave/lodge called beckham creek cave-google it, it's pretty stinkin cool!

so, as beautiful as that is and as much as i love caving, i was always wearing the right clothing and in the right frame of mind. today when i went into our little "retreat of a stall," i flipped the top lock open, but the door did not swing open as usual...so i thought maybe someone was in there. i backed up and kinda looked to see if there were any feet. no feet. so unless one of the other teachers was standing on the toilet seat pretending to be james bond, i knew that one of the precious little students had crawled under and locked it from the inside (because i'm pretty sure i know my team well enough to know that no one was playing a practical joke..i mean..april fool's is tomorrow, right?)

so i did what any respectable teacher would do; i looked around to make sure no one was coming and i got on my belly and pretended i was doing a volleyball slide (oh yeah, i got skilz...not anymore, unless you're in my head, but this is my story, so i'll tell it how i see fit). the entire time (all 2 seconds) i was between thinking mean thoughts about students and hoping there really wasn't another teacher perched on the toilet in the middle of an important text or something. i don't really know which thought overtook the other, they kinda blurred together and then it was over. i gave my self a pat on the back (mentally because i didn't want to throw my shoulder out) because i was unsung hero of the bathroom! i conquered! coworkers, don't worry, you don't have to thank me! i know you would've done the same thing...ok, i know you would've at least gotten the smallest girl in the class to go do it.

that was the excitement (?) of the day! down and dirty!

julie