I told you so. . .

I told my students at the beginning of the year that I could beat them collectively in anything involving Harry Potter trivia and that they could try and come up with a question I can't answer about the series, but that I doubted they could do it since I've never lost a game of Harry Potter trivia and don't intend to start.

A few of them have taken me up on the offer, but mostly with off the cuff kinds of questions that most people who've read the books in the class would also remember. Until yesterday when a student in my last class came up to me after obviously putting in at least a little more thought as to what might stump me:

Student: "You know how you said that you'd be able to answer any Harry Potter question? Well, I think I have one that you won't know the answer to."

Me: "Go ahead."

Student: "What is Harry's vault number in the bank?"

Me: "713."

Student: "Dang it."

It's a good thing I was a gymnast in another life. . .

I got to school today a little later than normal, mainly because after about six hours of meetings the day before I felt I deserved to sleep in at least an hour. When I walked across the grass toward my Port-ah-bluh, I saw caution tape surrounding the ramp leading to my door and a man standing guard outside it.

Me: "Hi - uh. . . can I get in?"

Man: "Nope. Not until Monday."
Me: . . . "ok. . . "

Man: "Sorry."

So I shuffled into the main part of the school, where I hid out for about five minutes before returning. The man was gone. Limber beast that I am, I heaved myself up and over the ramp and went in to get work done. It all felt so illegal and irresponsible. I kind of wanted there to be someone to yell at me and run after me to try and stop me all while I locked myself in the classroom while they contemplated the cement outside the door, trying to figure out how to get in to reprimand me but not bypass the caution tape. In my mind, this person also looks a lot like Dwight in his volunteer Sheriff's Deputy uniform.

I repeated this process approximately three times, once, I might add, in front of a mother and her son who may be in one of my classes judging by the pointing they were doing in my direction.

Or maybe they were just pointing at me.

Let it never be said that I am afraid to make an idiot of myself in front of the school.