Last year I volunteered one day a week at the local elementary school. (I spent 30 minutes reading and doing math 1-on-1 with kids who were struggling to keep up; I then shifted gears and spent the next 45-60 minutes doing an enrichment/challenge activity for the entire class.) I had a lot of fun with the kids and their teacher, and felt really good being able to provide the kids curriculum and learning opportunities they wouldn’t otherwise have access to.
We all had the past few months off; but already the summer is drawing to a close – and school starts up again in our community next Tuesday. Last year’s teacher asked me if I could/would return to her class this year, so this afternoon she and I met to discuss logistics for the coming year, do some cursory planning, and just catch up on each other’s summer.
The school is literally one mile from our home; in the past, I’ve walked there and back. [No need to drive the car for a single mile, unless 1) it’s raining very heavily; 2) I have too many materials for the lesson that I can’t reasonably carry them all; 3) it’s wicked cold outside.] But, it does take some time to make the walk (30-40 minutes round-trip, depending on how excited or tired I am), so it can be a slight hassle. However, this year I have a bike (!); so today I rode my two wheels to the school – and in just 5 short minutes, I had arrived.
On the road that leads to the school, an electronic speed monitoring device is posted – letting drivers know exactly how many miles-per-hour they are over the stated limit [and thereby warning them to slow it down – or else].
As I approached the big sign on my little bike, I wondered if it would register my speed. When I got within about fifteen feet of the device, two huge numbers appeared on the screen: 08.
The situation was pretty darn amusing to me; I actually did laugh out loud. I was also happy to learn that I’m not in any jeopardy of receiving a ticket. 😉