The Farmer in the Room

My friend, Peter Steckle, is a local farmer, who I met in1980 when we were both cast in our first show with Windsor Light Opera.  I was doing a food/farming unit in Social Studies and asked Peter to come into my 5/6 class as a guest.

When I was introducing him to the class, there was a bit of sniggering going on.  He was, after all, a friend of their teacher, and the first 'guest' to visit our class.  I reminded them to be respectful and courteous.

The kids loved asking questions and I know Peter enjoyed his time as well.  He was particularly impressed with the quality of the questions the students asked.  When he was finished, I came up to the front to thank him and the tittering started again.  I was perplexed because they had been so good all period.  That is until Peter pulled me aside and whispered, "Rick, your fly is open."

Nonchalantly exiting into the hallway, I returned intact and actually a bit relieved - I had figured there had to be a reason why my class was behaving less than politely.  I had just figured on the wrong reason.