Yesterday during read aloud time, which is the last part of the day, I started reading The Mouse and the Motorcycle to my class. They keep wanting the next Humphrey book, and I like those, but I told them it was my turn to pick and I went straight to my Beverly Cleary shelf.
I had about two sentences of the first chapter to go when the bell rang. "Teacher!" they gasped. "Why didn't you tell us?!?" and "You need to put the digital clock back!"
(I took away the digital clock to force them to use the analog clock.)
The boy whose job it is this week, sprinted from the room to go get the lunch cart (where the home lunch bags are). They scrambled to stack their chairs and find their backpacks, scolding me the whole time. A girl started running around in tight circles. She repeated, "The lunch cart. The lunch cart."
I told her he already went to get it and would be back soon.
Their absolute panicked pandemonium was kind of comical.
But none of us had known or cared what time it was when I was reading.
Because Beverly Cleary is magical.
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