Hoorah! It's Story Telling Sunday again over on Sian's blog. This weeks story from me only happened last week....
You may of read a few stories of my adventures as a teaching assistant in a primary school here on my blog. Most of my stories involve either a) Embarrassing situations or b) Dressing up....which may mean that both a and b are equally embarrassing. All my adventures involve my partner in crime, Jackie.
Well last week Jackie asked me to assist her in supervising our cricket team at the county finals. A day out of school and a chance to catch up on gossip was right up my street. Only eight boys to supervise....easy. We set up our deckchairs, applied the suncream, open our flask of coffee for a nice sit down while the boys started their game.
Even though Jackie and I had no cricket experience (we were drafted in to take them as Jackie has a licence to drive the school bus and.....well, where Jackie goes I follow). We did learn a few hand signals of the cricket variety and cheered our team on and clapped politely when we thought we should.
By the way the cricket club it was being held was next to Knebworth House. A lovely venue, the stately home could be seen in the near distance. So as I was saying, we where just getting into the match when the cricket ball is batted over the fence. Don't ask me why but I volunteered to go over and get the ball (the gate was locked to keep out the peasants I think) A parent gave me a leg up and i wobbled over, hoping the flimsy wire fence would not buckle under my weight. The boys cheered me on as I jumped down and threw the ball back. Then everyone got on with the game. Forgotten and dejected I scrambled back over the best I could (Jackie just laughed at me and took photos.....being her ever helpful self as usual).
And that's it really....a little insight into a day of a teaching assistant....game for anything!
It's all been a big bleugh! here recently on the crafting front. It's a busy time at school, a week of cycling training starts tomorrow so I just know i am going to be very tired. But I saw something on a blog yesterday that got me quite excited and has motivated me to get my paper stash out again. I will fill you in later in the week....
Lol! Having managed to avoid an afternoon warching TTO playing cricket today, this story really did make me smile, I can well imagine the cheer that went up and I love that you have a photo to prove your dedication to the game!
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Thanks for joining in with Storytelling Sunday with a story hot off the press
Great story and I love the photo!
ReplyDeletePeople don't realise just how exciting(and dangerous!) a Teaching Asst's job can be...I'm speaking as a past expert here....I really do miss it sometimes!
ReplyDeleteAlison xx
Great story, I like that you have photographic evidence! xx
ReplyDeleteyour cricket story sounds fun, as does life as a teaching assistant, well done to Jackie for capturing the moment on camera!
ReplyDelete...and that's one rather high fence!! great story xx
ReplyDeletethat photo is gr8. looking forward to hearing and seeing the scrapbooking,
ReplyDeletejo xxx
What a fun story:) I love that your friend was more intent on getting a photo than helping you down! Is she a scrapper by any chance?
ReplyDeleteOh your story made me giggle - and as I was reading I was wondering how you get back over the fence! Glad you're still in one piece!
ReplyDeleteAngelfish, no Jackie is not a scrapper but just likes to get into mischief!
ReplyDeleteA scrapbooker needs a "friend" with a camera LOL - hope to see that photo and story on a page soon!
ReplyDeletelol. Love the story, and at least you have the photo to scrap now. :)
ReplyDeleteWell good thing the fence wasn't electrical! Wishing you some happy crafting :)
ReplyDeleteI see Jackie is always supportive, she got a great photo!
ReplyDeleteI was waiting to read that a big bull (or something equally terrifying) came along while you were on the wrong side of the fence. So glad the only evidence is the (very cute) picture of you balancing on the fence.
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