Kill the Doorbell

Halloween is always an interesting Holiday. For some reason, the students at my School were allowed to dress up if they chose to, and let me tell you, it gets your adrenaline pumping to see a kid (who already scares me a little bit) staring at you from behind a bloody Hockey Mask in the back of the Room. Don't worry, he got a Detention for casting Murderous Glances, so it won't happen again.

I spent a couple of hours the night before Halloween slaving away to carve the Perfect Jack-o-Lanterns. Unfortunately, when I finished, they looked more like they had had an accident with a Weed-Whacker than been carved by actual Human Hands. Of course, I guess a Weed-Whacker accident is more horrific and therefore more Halloween-y. Anyway, we had about 15,000 small children come trick-or-treating, and at three doorbell Rings apiece (because if you don't answer the door within 0.7 seconds, you obviously didn't hear the doorbell), we tallied a total of 45,000 Rings...which is not annoying at all. Luckily, I ran out of candy within an hour, so we got to ignore most of the wee costumed ones.

After a long night, I drove up to School this morning only to discover that someone had tried to Toilet Paper the School. This wouldn't be so funny except that we have two trees, neither of which is more than seven feet tall, and the Vandals seem to have given up after only one toss. So, blowing in the wind this morning off of one of the saplings in the front was a lone piece of Toilet Paper. I love this town.