The fun continues

Today:

Incident 1:

A student who "pushed around elderly people at the Wool Fest" wanted to list his title as "Escort."

Incident 2 (which will leave you laughing and crying at the same time):

Two students came into the library after I allowed my detainees to leave. "Mrs. Reid, you're a librarian and you read a lot. Can we ask you a question?" (THIS is a red flag.) I hesitantly answered. "Uh...sure."

"Were there Catholics when Jesus was alive?'

I grabbed a pair of scissors and stabbed my thigh repeatedly to control the giggles that wanted to escape.

"Uh...no. The Catholic church as it is didn't come until much later."

One elbowed the other. "See? That many people saying the same thing can't be wrong!"

I Must Blog! 2

The husband of the teacher whom I referenced in the last post has been taken by a deer hunting fever. She said that he has been hunting all weekend and most nights after he gets home from school. (He's a teacher, as well.) A few nights ago, she said he started making sounds like he wanted to shout, but he was asleep and he wasn't opening his mouth. She was so startled that she didn't sleep the rest of the night. Turned out he had had a dream about a dead girl coming back to life or some such nightmare.

Well, the saga continued last night, but not with the dead girl.

Sharon was in that stage of being somewhat coherent last night--coherent enough that she at least remembered turning over. When she turned over, her husband who was sound asleep reached over to her, pat her on the hip, and said, as plain as day, "Good dog, Romeo. Good dog." After pondering for a while exactly why that came out so plainly when screams wouldn't (she was rather insulted, I'm sure), she went back to sleep. When she got him up this morning (by calling him "Trixie," no less--their dog is Romeo and their cat is Trixie), she asked what was up with that little episode. He thought a second and decided that, yes, he remembered something about it; however, in his dream, he was trying to show some friends of theirs that Romeo could roll over on demand. He did in his dream, so he was patting him on the head (he thought) saying, "Good dog, Romeo. Good dog."

Sharon conceded that she did indeed turn over. She still claims no resemblance to the dog.

I Must Blog!

I understand why Rich is so depressed about his teaching position. Math rarely, RARELY gets hoots--you know, those mistakes that students make that have you laughing for days. English teachers? Well...we could write a book. I just added one to my collection today.

We built resumes with seniors today. Our seniors do mock interviews with business people in our area. They receive feedback from those people. They learn a lot. The first element of their interview process is constructing the resume. This year, we're using a new program that is provided by the state. It's easy in that you plug in the information and the site formats the resume for you. Nice tool for anyone, but it's only available to public school students.

One senior--a GREAT, quiet kid--was struggling with his community service section. After he insisted he had none, his English teacher and I started throwing out suggestions. "You haven't _________? You haven't _________??" After a few of those, he took off. His teacher checked on him a bit later, read a bit of his resume, and burst out laughing. "I think you'd better change this. Mrs. Reid, come here." I went to see what all the fuss was about. On his resume, under "community service," he'd written, "Pushed around elderly people at the Wool Fest." Of course, what he had intended to say was, "Escorted elderly people who were in wheelchairs at the Wool Fest," but his teachers--English teachers, naturally--got an image of him shoving elderly people around when he encountered them at the Wool Fest. We spent the rest of the day laughing.

We're insufferable. We know. It makes life complete.

I've never seen myself as a big car fan, but I could be wrong

I've never been one to fall in love with cars, but yesterday, I think I did.

Yesterday, our new principal and I went to a car dealership to pick up a check. As we waited for the presenter to bring out the check, we both checked out a white Highlander that was on display in the showroom.

NICE.