In my eight years of teaching, I have had several things break…chairs, desks, school supplies. But never has anything glass ever broken in my classroom until this year. I have had to sweep up glass five different times this year….FIVE! It has happened so much,that my students go on autopilot when they hear the sound of breaking glass. Don’t crowd around…grab her the broom and dust pan…bring over the garbage can…and don’t ask questions until Mrs. Gibbons is done.
The first time, and I thought the only time, happened around Christmas time. One of my students had brought in a small snow globe she wanted to share with me. As she was sitting down, the snow globed dropped from her hands and burst on the ground. It was quite fun sweeping up both glass, water, and glitter.
The second time it happened during our school’s annual food drive. The bags were stacked on my back table and we were all sitting in a circle sharing our reading. The items in the bags were not balanced properly. Suddenly a jar of Prego sauce rolled slow motion style off the table and crashed with a red splat all over the floor spraying a few of my students.
The third time, one of my students had set her unfinished lunch drink, a Snapple, on her desk. While we were shifting into our next activity, someone bumped into her desk, which in turn caused the bottle to slam on to the ground.
The fourth time it happened during our morning read aloud. I had a cute squat vase filled with marbles and pink fake flowers by my turn in bin. One of my more agile students accidentally knocked into my not-so-stable table and sent my flower vase flying. This time I not only cleaned up glass, but marbles too.
The fifth, and hopefully final time, happened just this past Friday. I had a picture frame with an adorable drawing of a flower from a former student placed on one of my bookshelves. One of my mellow boys plopped himself a bit aggressively into his reading chair, which smacked into my rolling bookshelf causing my picture frame’s glass to shatter all over the floor.
As much as I hate cleaning up glass, at least these events have given me something to slice about.