The Sprinklers
Back when I was getting up at the crack of dawn to ignite young minds to new planes of consciousness, I had a battle before me every morning. Every morning at 6:47 am, our sprinklers would go off. Now, this would not normally be a problem if one was not on a schedule. The sprinklers became my alarm clock. If I was still home when the sprinklers went off, I was behind schedule. If I had to walk through the sprinklers to get to my car, it meant that I would have to fight the lines of fellow teachers in the copy room. It also meant that my hem would get wet as those dumb sprinklers watered our sidewalk instead of the lawn. There was a pesky sprinkler in the corner that was a little haywire that could getcha in the face if you weren't careful. If you had copies to transport to the car, you would have to guard them with something water-proof (like my sweater... NOT water-proof)