But there is a side of the preschool that fills me with fear and trepidation every day.
The church alarm system.
You see, on the days that I teach I am the first person at the church building so the responsibility of turning off the alarm falls on me. Can anyone see a flaw in this plan?
Well, one glaring flaw is that I have ZERO experience with alarm systems. My idea of a home alarm system is a small, loud dog.
|He would scare me!|
So you can see the whole idea of punching in a code was beyond me. But I thought I had mastered the fine art of code punching...until...yesterday.
I walked into the building and punched in the code. Nothing. I entered it again. Nothing.
And then an ear-splitting alarm sounded and sounded and sounded!
|This isn't me. I am much, MUCH older.|
I ran outside, naturally, and the alarm was still ear deafening outside. And what is the least productive thing you can do in a situation like this?
That's right. I resorted to panic.
I could just see every police car in Las Cruces squealing into the parking lot of our church with weapons drawn to catch the desperado who was breaking into a church. I would probably wind up on Cops.
|Bad boys! Bad Boys watch ya going to do?|
It turns out the alarm company was calling him to tell him, guess what? That's right, the alarm at the church was going off. Mr. In-Charge-of-the-Alarm assured them that it was not a church burglar but probably just a preschool teacher and not too send in Las Cruces' finest Boys in Blue. I was spared a life in the slammer.
Eventually Mr. In-Charge-of-the-Alarm and I connected and he very patiently walked me through turning the alarm off. We managed to have a very nice preschool class that day.
And I will be practicing my code punching skills.