In addition to the cold weather, the winds picked up this week. Windy, might be an understatement with the 65 mph gusts that arrived on Sunday night. Personally, I like the wind. The air quality is so much better. I also kind of like being cozied up inside the house when it sounds like the rest of the world is blowing away. However, dealing with 7 year olds in the wind is an entirely different story.
The work week was off to quite a start when I walked out to the playground to pick up my class first thing Monday morning. After saying good morning a cold gust tore through the yard behind us and, as if right on cue, the entire class toppled forward with gasps and screams. The wind took hold of jackets, skirts, and scarves yanking the kids around with more screams. Hats were knocked off as we walked to class through what looked like leaf tornadoes. Within the first 5 minutes of my week, the kids spent about 3 of them screeching about the wind. For three consecutive days every time we opened the door, walked outside, heard the wind against the building, I cringed, waiting for someone to fall apart.
By Tuesday afternoon, most of the staff had had it up to HERE with the wind! My assistant principal, who visits a few 2nd graders on a daily basis and who noticed how the wind was creating monsters out of said kids, walked past me mumbling to herself about the wind. “I think it’s a scientific fact that the wind makes them CRAZY.” I think so too.
When I got home that night, trying to unwind from the insanity, the thought of the kids falling apart in the wind reminded me of this time of year when I was still riding horses. As much as I like windy weather, when riding, just like when teaching, I don’t care for it. Thinking back on those days, we dreaded taking the horses out in that weather. The wind made them so high and extremely skittish. When a gust of wind would come up behind them they’d tuck in their butt and bolt forward. To this day, I still have the muscle memory for their (and my) reaction to the wind. Even worse, these strong winds we get ripping in between the mountains are very noisy – in addition to the gusts themselves the wind knocks things over that aren’t secured and shakes and clatters those things that are. When the crossbars or standards of a jump would blow down, or a gate would slam loudly, or the wind would rattle through the barn the horses spooked. It made both them and us nervous wrecks.
Horses and second graders have a lot in common when it’s windy.