
On top of everything else -- the daily lesson plans, the faculty meetings, lunch duty, and more -- there are those “special” opportunities for teachers -- chaperoning middle- or high-school dances.
When you’re past a certain age, chaperoning just isn’t fun in any shape or form. Save it for the 20-somethings and let me have my rest. Now, when that sign-up sheet starts circulating, I discreetly disappear. Let’s sing “The Chaperone Song.”
It's been a long school day,
And I've been teaching like a dog.
I didn’t choose to stay;
I could be writing in my blog.
With all the things that I do,
I gotta chaperone too.
It doesn’t feel alright.
You know, I teach all day.
I’ve still got papers left to grade.
I need some time away,
Cause I’m just about to fade,
They say it’s my time to go,
And that I couldn’t say no.
It doesn’t feel O.K.
Take me home, far from the mad pulsing beat,
Take me home, home where the silence is sweet, yeah.
The music’s way too loud.
You know, there’s nowhere I can sit.
It’s such a noisy crowd.
And my eardrums may just split.
I cannot wait ‘til the end.
I didn’t want to attend.
I’m not a happy chaperone.
Chaperones, the young ones should do it who care.
Chaperones shouldn’t have any gray hair, yeah.
It's been a long school week,
And Friday night is finally here.
I’m feelin’ old, antique,
And, yeah, my bedtime’s pretty near.
You know, I’m startin’ to droop.
I’ll need a week to recoup.
My chaperoning days are done.
My chaperoning days are done.
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