At 9:30 I go to my son's first grade classroom. The teacher has a pile of things that need to be cut, glued, stamped, photocopied, laminated, sorted etc... I sit quietly at the back table and go right to work. It's not exciting, but it feels good to be able to help. The teacher always appreciates it. After about 30 minutes 2 firefighters walk into the classroom. The teacher had scheduled them to do a presentation about emergencies. Yes, they totally fit the hot fireman stereotype. They were in great shape and looking good. So finally a nice "reward" for my volunteering. I can sit int he back and cut, paste, and sort papers while I watch the cuties give their presentation.
You won't believe what happens next. The teacher comes over and asks if I would mind going to the workroom by the office so that I could use the paper cutter there?! And leave the firefighters behind???