Waterfall Trip

Even with the waterborne childhood, I was overcome.  One pasty white teacher, pale enough to see veins, skinny enough for ribs to cast shadows, vs. a river full of Prattom 4, 5, and 6th graders.  The force may be strong, but the odds are overwhelming.
And after much laughing and screaming and splashing and screaming, the students have named me something that translates like "Teacher Scrawny."

This is Teacher Peewee--my "classroom assistant" last year, who kept things in order--with a group of G5 students.