
Now is the time of year when most teachers are out of school and on summer break. This gives us time to recharge and review the previous academic year. Thinking back on the most memorable moments of this school year, one clearly stands out for me. It’s the day of the flying port-a-potties.
We work in a 60 year-old school. It’s not quite crumbling, but the infrastructure is less able to withstand extremes of weather. Winter is a rainy season here in Northern California, and this year was rainier than normal. After several days of heavy downpours, our sewer system decided to go on holiday.
At first, we took our classes on field trips over the bridge to the bathrooms at the middle school. It’s much newer and still had a working sewer system. By the second day, it was apparent our sewer lines weren’t going to be fixed anytime soon, so the principal had an emergency bank of port-a-potties delivered. They were deposited on the blacktop portion of the playground. Spring break, still a month away, was decided upon as the best time to repair the overwrought sewer system.
The girls, predictably, were not eager to use the outdoor toilets. They tried their best to “hold it” until after school. The boys, not so predictably, seemed excited about the new facilities. Whenever we had an outdoor recess, the port-a-potties became their new playground.
What teacher ever thinks, when deciding to go into this profession, that they will be saying, “Quit playing tag in the port-a-potties!” or “Port-a-potties are not for playing hide and seek!” Those words earned me the label of party pooper.
The port-a-potties remained an outdoor fixture on our blacktop through the rest of the rainy season. March, the windy season began, and some days it blew so hard you couldn’t even stand upright. It was on one of those days we heard this announcement over the loudspeakers in our classrooms.
“Please do not allow any students to use the port-a-potties. They are not anchored down, and the wind is blowing them across the blacktop. We don’t want anyone hurt by a flying port-a-pottie!”
The next afternoon, our sewer system was repaired to full working order, and we had the luxury of indoor toilets again.
Do you have any tales out of school you’d like to share?