When I was a kid I remember my dad would say to me that I could do such and such or make this or that decision when I was an “adult.” I can decide what house to buy when I’m an adult. I can choose my own bedtime when I’m an adult. Naturally, I asked him more than once when that would be.
“Daddy, am I an adult yet?”
He assured me that he would let me know when I became an adult. ~i’m still waiting for him to tell me. i think he forgot. either that, or he reads this blog and he’s still waiting for me to grow up.~
I’m surrounded by evidence that I’m not a grown up every day:
– While other people were tweeting about reports and matrices and grading papers and raising/changing/feeding/loving kids on a Monday night, so busy they can barely breathe, I was watching “The Blues Brothers” with my hubby ~and laughing my ass off.~
– I am not allowed to leave campus for any reason during the school day without permission, even on planning periods ~permission is generally not forthcoming.~
– I love the songs from the Veggie Tales series. I sing my heart out to them about 1 or 2 times a year. It’s great fun. ~i also watch gossip girl and everyone knows of my thing for eminem.~
– I am not allowed to use my cell phone or text message between the hours of 8:15 and 3:45, Monday through Friday.
– I dropped my cell phone in the toilet the other day after only having it for three weeks and had to pay $200 to replace it because I didn’t buy the insurance.
I wrote the above list on old-fashioned paper (in a notebook) with a pen, periodically throughout the school day ~further highlighting my unprofessionalism, I’m sure. if that didn’t do it, singing along with Joe Walsh during a documentary today “life’s been good to me so far…” surely clinches it~ so I was slightly relieved to come home and see this article.
Apparently I’m not the only one.
I'm Taylor. This is my classroom. There used to be a "real" teacher behind this blog, but she nagged me all the time about not saying this and not saying that. ~all she ever did was type anyway, since my fingers are stuck together~ So I've taken over.
Yes, I'm an imitation Barbie knock-off doll. What of it? Barbie's got nothing on me! Let me take you to school.
My Dad used to tell me I’d get used to getting up early in the morning. He turned out to be dead wrong.
I don’t know what phone company you use, but a good way to get replacement phones is to buy the throwaway cells, use up the minutes, and then put your regular card in them. On the net you can buy ATT phones for as little as ten bucks. My wife’s using one now as we wait for our plan to expire, and it works fine.
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Ah yes, the cell phone in the toilet thing–I thought I was the only “kid” who has done that. As for the texting and such, just be a rebellious kid. It can be way fun.
I still believe in the merits of pro wrestling, and have my N64 and PS2 out ready to play. We’re on the same level, miss.
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