When all else fails... it's time to throw a water balloon...

Today, I sat in a room for eight hours straight (okay, so I got up to use the restroom and we went to an adjoining room for lunch, but you get the picture). The teachers in our district were given a full day of meetings at their school site. Although I love the people I work with, colleagues as well as adminstration, these meetings can be dry and boring even if you're sitting next to the most interesting people in the world. Just when I thought I was about to fall asleep in my pile of papers, our principal calls out, "Okay, get a partner, grab a water balloon and meet me outside." Well, being the mature and sophisticated adults that we are, we immediately do so, laughingly pushing each other aside as we scramble to get into the steamy outdoors. Forming two lines, we do that picnic classic of the water balloon toss (with the distance between your partner growing with every successful throw). You haven't lived until you see a 60-some year-old five-foot tall secretary dripping wet from a well-aimed throw of a water balloon or an army-veteran-turned-kindergarden-teacher heaving a water balloon to a laughing intructional assistant. Dripping and laughing, we went back inside to face more paperwork and AYP qualifications. However, those few tosses of a water balloon greatly increased the value of the day.