The Disconnect

It's the day of the Fall Party.  We call them Fall Parties now, rather than Halloween Parties because some people don't like Halloween for some reason.  But that's no big deal.

If there's a big deal to be found, it is this.  I'm not really prepared for the fall party and I'm pretty sure the Thirdlanders have high expectations, or what some might call delusions, about what's going to happen.  To prepare them for the low key party I'm planning, I told them, "You'll dress up in your costume.  You'll eat some food.  You'll make a Frankenstein craft that I found off Pinterest.  And you'll play a game where you make a paper jack-o-lantern.  Then you'll clean up and go home."

That's when the questions started.  Questions like, "Can we wrap ourselves up in toilet paper like mummies?"  and "Will we all have a pile of candy for the Monster Bingo game?"

Did I mention toilet paper mummies or monster bingo?  No, I did not. When you teach The Thirdlanders, you get accustomed to the disconnect between their ideas and the harsh reality that's staring all of us right in the face.  It's not fun to be the disappointer of small children, but someone has to do it. I guess that's why they pay me the big bucks.