I might just be the luckiest person ever. I’m not kidding. Besides the fact that I’m STILL getting random cheques from the government, I won another contest and today saved an entire school.

Let me explain.

I’ve been burning the 2 am oil. Work is going really well, and I technically don’t have a lot on my plate since the friend I’m subbing for planned everything out (hooray for detailed planners!), but I like thinking of how I can improve lessons, make them more fun, squish in more dancing contests content. Which causes me to stay up late, and not be my usual fabulous self in the morning. Today I woke up wishing I could just stay home. It’s been raining hard here (Check out Brr’s photos!) and I felt like staying home, having a hot chocolate shower then possibly napping. Instead, I gathered my supplies for todays Science lesson (opaque materials, light and the mystery of shadow! ohhh! ahhh!) and drove to school.

I was greeted by the principal who looked like a banana in his all yellow rain gear. His first words:

“You know we have a problem, right?”

I looked down at my outfit (because naturally, a girl who spends as long as I do planning work appropriate but still really fun outfits that clearly reflect my personality, is apt to assume any problem is directly related to her clothes).

Turns out the rain had flooded the school. Not the whole school, just the bottom floor (where my classroom is located- naturally). So, at 7:30am, I rolled up my pink pinstriped sleeves and got to work moving desks, mopping floors, drying off drum sets. I rung the neck of dolls, folded up alphabet carpets and regretfully tossed out ink stained posters.

After 2 hours my fingers were wrinkled like raisins and my detective senses were in full swing- I could find puddles of water under fridges, behind bookcases, against stacked desks. The owner of the school came in to see the actual damage and looked at me. Her first words were:

“Umm.., we have a problem.”

Instead of wondering if my capri pants were “too casual”, I nodded in agreement and began to show her the damage, like a tour guide showing her the sites. She held up a hand to stop me.

” No, there’s a problem with you”

I felt exasperated. Seriously? She was going to talk about my outfit after I had cleaned for 2 hours? The nerve!

” You know that’s not rain water, right?”, she said. ” We came in last night, and saw the flood came up through the toilets in the bathrooms down here and through the walls. Our drain pipes are connected to the sewer pipes. You might want to wash your hands.”

I’m pretty sure if you closed your eyes at about 9:36am you could have heard me scream.

The good news? I got to leave school and come home to take my shower.
The bad news? I wanted one with bleach instead of hot chocolate.

(And technically I didn’t save the school. But I feel as though I should get some credit for my work today and saying that I got fecal matter on me doesn’t really promote hero worship now does it?)