When I was just about to finish Kindergarten, my parents made the best decision of their lives (I mean aside from having me - though really, I was more of a happy accident than a decision). They decided to move us to the country.
We moved to a little town in Southern Ontario called Jerseryville. It's population was listed as 500 - though I'm pretty sure 400 of that was comprised completely of cows.
At the time, Jerseryville had a tiny little school that only went up to Grade 3 (and the Grade 3 class was actually a 2/3 split). After that, the kids got bussed to the next town over.
I went to Jerseryville school for Grade 1. My teacher was Mrs. Ireland. To this day she is my favourite teacher. What won my heart?
Other classes had hamsters, or guinea pigs as a class pet. What did our class have?
(Not actual class goat - just a picture ripped from the net)A baby goat in a diaper.
Yep - can you imagine a class of about 20 six-to-seven-year-olds - and then you throw a baby goat in the mix?
Well, Mrs. Ireland thought it was a great idea. I don't remember baby goat's name (probably Billy) but boy could he bounce. And eat books. He was also being bottle fed, which is seriously cool when you're a six-year-old girl.
And that, my friends, is how you earn the title of coolest teacher ever - farm animals! (Not coincidentally, my second favourite teacher is Ms. Junker, who taught Grade 3 - she brought in incubated eggs we got to watch hatch, then raise the chicks.)
And now.... because I still have no knitting.
Reason number one why baby goats are cool!