Ball Bag Boy

I haven’t posted in a while. Last month my life was turned upside-down my the news that my husband of ten years wanted a divorce. Needless to say things have been a little hectic around here. The stories are still there, but life doesn’t seem as funny right now. I hope that will not always be the case. There is one story I must share.
I was subbing for a P.E. teacher at one of the local high schools. I must tell you that class size limits do not apply to P.E., so for all five period I had 60 students in my class. The assignment for the day was to take the students to the gym and have them shoot free throws or play basket ball. I proceed to the gym where I look around and see six exits. Maybe I should take roll at the end of class. After I tell the students what they will be doing for the day they scatter. I walk around to monitor the students, and am the target of rouge basketballs. Another teacher comes by and tells me to keep my back against the wall.
I decide that this is the best advice I have heard in a while, so I hunker down against the wall. I am trying to keep an eye on the situation, but it is not easy. I watch as two boys pick up the mesh ball bag and walk toward another student. My spider since is tingling because I know something is about to happen. Before I could make it half way across the court the two boys stuff a smaller boy into the bag and had him tied up inside. The two boys took off running. By the time I got to the ball bag boy he was screaming. I untied him and he jump up looking around. I asked him who had done this to him, and he asked me if I was crazy.
There was no way I would have thought that kid would have fit in that bag. Gotta love high school.