The other day at work my teen-aged students were all feeling a little goofy. I could tell they were up to something, I just didn't know what. I skated over to see what was going on. Bad idea! A snowball came whizzing at me from one direction and another girl smashed one in my hair. We all laughed but I made ready my plans for revenge. They got back to work. I had them gather around to talk about a particular skill. I made my move. I was only able to get one of them with my snowball, but it felt good for a moment. Until the snow ran into her face. Then I felt bad, but she laughed and vowed to get me back. Near the end of the session, I spied some of them trying to accumulate a secret snow stash. I pretended not to notice, I figured I would simply evade them. But just as the time was up, I felt someone grab my sweatshirt. Then an avalanche of snow spilled down my back and nestled into all the layers I was wearing. I must have looked like a dog trying to shake water from his coat as I tried to shake the snow out. But it was fast melting against my skin. There was only one thing left to do. I jumped off the ice, and started crazily peeling my extra layers off. My students surrounded me and we all roared with laughter. I decided I didn't want to get them back. I guess in this instance it was really more fun to
receive than to give.
When we're not throwing snow at each other we do actually work hard!