Thanksgiving

The classroom got eerily quiet when the 3rd grade teacher at the Montetorkie school asked her class “What were they most thankful for this Thanksgiving?” Even the Face of Everyman had difficulty arriving at an answer. Maybe it was just that he lived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Using his ability at mind-thought transference he planted that idea in the minds of the class. Then the bell rang. “Class dismissed.”

SAD

Loretta had learned about Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa award winning Montetorkie School.  After her predawn Tai Chi class she spent an hour basking in the rays of the morning sun.  Before lunch she and the Face of Everyman would meditate.  Later, sessions of guided imagery.  She just might make it through the dark winter.

Abecedarian

When the Montetorkie School closed for three days to observe President’s Day this little Abecedarian felt left out.  He, of the many students at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, was eager to return to the classroom.  Finger painting brought out his creative skills.  the Face of Everyman had assured his parents that his best work would be displayed in the posh arcade.  Somehow Tuesday would take forever to get here.

Head Start

The Montetorkie school received a Grant to open a Head Start Daycare at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Enrollment was an over whelming success.  the Face of Everyman shuddered at the the thought of these poor tykes under the rule of Sister Mary Margaret.  He himself had know the sharp whack on the the knuckles to get his full attention and obedience.

Home Schooling

Every year it was the same old story at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The School Board claimed that there may not be enough money to open the Montetorkie school.  Moms met to talk about Home Schooling as an alternative. About the only topics they could agree on were: predator ID and foraging techniques.   the Face of Everyman interrupted; suggesting that he was willing to approach a large cat food maker with an offer of selling them the naming rights to this small remote school house.  The ladies pretended that hadn’t heard a word that the venerable sage had uttered.