Four square. A playground game that has been around since I was in elementary school. I was supervising a group of
sixth-graders playing four-square at recess today and I blew it.
You know, it’s been a long time since I played the game and I forgot that the inside lines are out-of-bounds if the ball touches it and the outside lines are in-bounds if the ball touches it. Read that sentence a few times and it makes your eyes water.
I preferred a simpler solution. If the ball touches a line, you’re out.
Wrong old-teacher-lady. So wrong. The drama-llamas hit full bore whine-o-rama level when I started enforcing that rule. An eleven-year-old has a more finely developed sense of justice than a life-time supreme court justice.
After much gnashing of teeth during recess I did what any good teacher does, I googled four-square rules when I got back inside.
So tomorrow I must do a mea culpa and let the outside lines be in-bounds at all costs. For Pete’s sake, there must be SOME order in this world.
But there are still no cherry bombs.