I was actually held hostage by kindergarten students twice.
I was asked to be a substitute teacher For kindergarten. Wow. Sounds like a blast I think. Sure. I’d love to, I say. This was at 8:42 a.m. By 9:00 I realized Kindergarten is tough. Tougher than teaching menopausal kangaroos. These mighty five-and-six-year-olds were In complete control. Me being the way I am. I tried to run away a couple of times. But the ringleaders kept grabbing me And tossing me back into the waiting Arms of the followers. I got as far as the water fountain once, But pretty soon I quit struggling, Realizing I was a cracker Being held hostage By an ant brigade. Kindergarten. Wow!
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