Hells-Angels versus Bandidos

What to do when over 1000 Harley-riding, leather-clad rough-necks ride into town right under the windows of the school and park in front of the court house nearby?! It may be June, but it's too soon to close the school down altogether. Summer break is still two weeks away. Today was the day when the verdict would be announced as to whether two Bandidos had actually killed the Hells Angel. Both sides were to be well-represented to see that the decision went their way. Although the school has a small group of carefully-trained peer mediators, it was decided to leave the big decisions up to the big guys in the court house down the street and school was moved to "Freibad Stapelskotten", a large outdoor swimming pool/recreation area on the Werse River, many safe kilometers away. Excluding the grade 13 graduating class of about 70 and the grade 11 classes which are spending the week doing internships, roughly 650 children had to be accommodated. The coordination and planning flowed seamlessly. The local Harley-Davidson distributor donated enough ice cream for everyone and the city provided the park as well as the buses for those who didn't want to come by bicycle. Personally bicycle is the only way I would have considering getting there. I wanted to see the lay of the land. The p.e. teachers had gathered together equipment and ideas so that there was something for everyone to do. But the weather was the most important player in this game of chance and most of the children had their frolic in the water and many teachers, especially the class teachers of the younger children were coaxed into the pool. Class teachers had the typical duties of parents but not: they had to take roll, designate a gathering area for their class and basically be there for their kids. Other teachers were assigned to various activities such as ultimate frisbee, table tennis, beach volleyball, basketball, dodge ball, soccer, hula-hoops and jump rope. High lights would have to have been the fellows with the guitars picking out a few familiar songs and the representatives of the local press who interviewed staff and pupils. What kid wouldn't be content on a day like today?! Three of us colleagues rode our bicycles together through the city, detouring around a large construction site only to be joined along the way by various of our children on their way to the park. Going home we took a more countrified route through fields and woods, crossing the canal on several bridges. I would like you to try and describe a more perfect school day! There are rumors that it may have all been for naught. They say that a last-minute witness has appeared on the scene and that the verdict may not come down today after all.