Walking into the copy room this morning to run off a non-fiction article for our reading mini-lesson, I groaned. The all-too-familiar red light was blinking. Red=bad. And the bad can be anything. Maybe it needs paper. Or it’s jammed. Or thinks it’s jammed. Or just wants to stop copying. Whatever it is, it means a good 5-10 minutes attempting to make the copier work while the clock moves closer and closer to the students arriving.
As I stood in the small, cramped copy room I contemplated my options. Should I attempt to figure out what was wrong? Or should I walk all the way to the other side of the school and wait on line for the only other copier in school. Where I was sure every other teacher would be. A quandary that teachers all over the country face everyday.
I decided to take on the copier. Thanks to my time in the classroom, I feel like I could qualify as a certified copier repairwoman. Plus, I have long, skinny arms that actually reach into the depths of the copier.