Ok...so I am going to write a book, "adentures in absurdity: how chickens took over my relatively sane suburban life". Here is one story for the book.
A women contacted me who really, really wanted a roo. She lives in wisconsin. Well my work is closer toher than my home, I agreed to meet her before work with s chick. Well, we agreed we would do this today before class. SSomehow the signals got crossed and she did not appear for her chick. Now I have a little chick, no light and I have to go to class. So I try to sneak into the building and ran right into the campus director who promptly said "kristie, are you chirping?" By now I am late, so as I am runnibg I muble something incherent about a mistake before class. So I get class, of course today of all days, accreditors are visiting. I think, ok....I just have to keep a low profile. So here are my students, keeping the chick warm while I am teaching. Because this is my luckiest day ever, my class comes up randomly to be observed by both the accrediting team and the director. God love my students. Now in addition to keeping the chick warm, they are now hiding him under the table teying desperately not to get "caught" with the bird under the table and my campus director gives me a very distinct look that I interpreted with only little humor, "so kristie, whatcha gonna do now"? Though, my students were increfibly good at hiding the little roo and keeping him happy, I also knew the lady I wss giving him to was about to show up in the middle of class so I had to very delicately explain the unusual mess. It is a good thing they had a sense of humor. Not one of my proudest professional moments!
It may have not been humorous while it was happening, but it sure did make me laugh out loud!