Yesterday one of the 5th grade boys threw his glove at the roofline of my classroom, trying to knock down ice cycles. We watched it hover in the air before landing with a plop on the roof. Yeah, called that one from a mile away. He even said it himself as it hung in the air. "Yeah, that was not a good idea. I probably shouldn't have done that." He didn't feel like getting it down at yesterday's recess, so he left it up overnight. "I'll just tell my mom I forgot it at school." He came to school today with a different pair of gloves and plans for getting it off the roof.
Mostly, it involved finding a ladder. Couldn't find one. So he got a broom. Then he wasn't tall enough to reach the roof. So he and a classmate dragged a bench over to stand on. He still wasn't tall enough; the broom could reach the glove, but the angle was wrong to try to pull it down. He tried his best! Other classmates came over to give it a try. The rest were onlookers from the playground, calling out instructions on how to position the broom.
"To your left..."
"Now up a little higher..."
"Tilt it! Tilt it! Quick!"
"Okay, now sweep it down!"
"Hooray!"
In the end, he did get it, crusty with frozen snow, but he got it!
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