If you did not know this, I am a teacher. This means that I am still perfecting the art of fitting my base into furniture meant for growing humans. I don't think it's a skill I will ever master, but I'm getting better. My classroom is a flexible seating classroom. This means that students don't have assigned spots and that they have a variety of furniture options to choose from - floor cushions on low tables, poufs, standing tables and swivel chairs with desks.
Yesterday, I was sitting on one of those wobbly stools that are great for fidgety kids, engrossed in a math lesson, when I leaned across to reach the other end of the easel. Before I knew it, I had toppled over, almost somersaulting across the carpet, my slippers flying across the room.
There was a collective gasp from my students, followed by stunned silence. You should have seen the looks on their faces! Eighteen worried pairs of eyes all staring at me, their mouths wide open. That's when I burst out laughing, picking myself and my slippers up.
And then it began... waves upon waves of laughter. All of us rolling on the carpet laughing and bonding over a shared experience that I hope will never be repeated!
The opportunistic teacher in me seized the moment to remind kids of our "responsible use of furniture" agreements. But as a friend reminded me, I hope they learned through this that it is good to laugh at yourself too!
The high points of my teaching career have mostly been these kind - unplanned, unscripted moments that should be embarrassing but instead lead to enriching experiences!