The Case of the Missing Snowmen and... THE BET

...So, in the midst of moving, I decide to stay late at work yesterday and construct a huge project- "Plight of the Snowmen." The idea is to put up a million snowmen all over school that bare signs labeled: "Save the Snowmen, Stop Global Warming"
Quite hilarious really. Especially when you stop and consider the fact that I'm a Language Arts teacher. Long story short, the jist is that this was the perfect way to introduce propaganda and breach the barrier of connecting classroom jibberish with the real world.. you know, life. For further explanaion watch a hilarious clip HERE.

So I spent a rediculous amount of time designing, coloring, cutting, lamenating, and cutting (again), these cute little persuaders and I put them up all over the school last night. I was so excited to come to school this morning and hear the outrage from students, but alas, when I walked onto the premises the snowmen were gone... not a sign. They had simply dissapeared. I figured I'd overstepped the boudries of plaintive teacher behavior but the principal said, "Not I Mrs. Hadley, I would let you post propaganda in the halls any old day."

...Come to find out, after a forceful PA announcement, a few accusations, and some furtive searching for the culpret, I got to the bottom of things. It was Mr. Green, in the Study, with the Candlestick. Just kidding, close though. It was the janitor... and to proove his blatent act of hostility, I found a few of the melting corpses in the garbage. No small act of war I say, so- How did I retaliate you ask?????

EVEN MORE SNOWMEN. This time, they are taped, stapeled, and mortered to the walls. NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER!!!!



...and, in further development:


Q and I were watching the Olympics, the 400 meter hurdles to be exact, when he suddenly blurted out, WITH OUT A HEDGE OF DOUBT, that he could assuridly beat the slowest girl in the heat.
Nevermind the fact that it was the finals and I none-to-calmly informed him that these were the fastest women in the world.
Full of confidence and bravado, Q DID NOT RELENT.
So the bet is on. I may have had to recover from a bout of choking in shock followed directly by disbelief formed laughter, but I came to my witts long enough to challenge him.
Q said he didn't even need to practice or warm up, but after mentioning this conversation to his co-workers... and whitnessing the same reaction of "whatever, you're crazy" he got from me, he decided he would take a month to prepare himself for, what I'm sure will be complete anailation. He has also since decided that he never claimed he would jump the hurdles (ya-right) and that he said he could simply RUN the 400 meter faster than the slowest hurdler in the Olympic medal round... which, by the way, is just over 57 seconds in case you missed that event.

So the date is set. You're all invited to the track, September 22nd, to whitness history as Quinn sprints past the Olympic candidates and proves a life-time of training and pure speed-tricked-out genetics wrong.

Gotta love him. Only Quinn....