When I was a teacher, April Fool’s was one of my favorite days of the year. The kids would come in with evil glints to their eyes holding backpacks stuffed with whoopie cushions, fake spiders, plastic dog barf, and hand zingers. Trying to embrace the spirit of the day, I would partake in the tricks. FYI- “If you are a teacher and you sit on a whoopie cushion, by all means pretend you really cut the cheese. Throw your hand over your mouth and say, ‘Excuse me!” It kills those kids.
After teaching a few years, you start to understand that it is absolutely imperative that you stay ahead of the kids. It’s true. Never ever give those prankster’s the upper hand. It’ll be the death of you. So, I’d wait all day, biding my time until my April Fool’s Day afternoon, where I would casually walk to the homework board, and I would calmy give more homework then they’d ever seen in their young lives. At first their little faces would contort into a slight surprise, then protests would fly out of mouths. It went like this: “But, grandma is coming over…” or “I’ve got baseball practice…” Until I would say, “April Fools.” Gotcha!
By the time kids left my classroom they were just as fired up as when they arrived that morning. The sweet smell of victory. By all means people, try to have a sense of humor. It’s just one day.
“Even the gods love jokes.” ~ Plato