TODAY my little sister, Mary, asked me in an email how I pronounce my middle name. It's spelled Louisa but she wanted to know if you pronounce it Lou-EYES-uh, or Lou-EEZ-uh. (It's the former, if you wanted to know.) Naturally, I was offended that she has gone 21 years without knowing the pronunciation of my middle name. I, in turn, asked her if her first name is pronounced "Merry" or "Marie". That'll get her, don't you think?
TODAY my student asked me why I was wearing such weird things on my legs. I asked if she was referring to the tights. She said she didn't know what they were called, but she didn't like them. Yes, they are called tights. Yes, you are rude. This is also the same student who told me I looked like a Target commercial the other day. You gotta have tough skin for my job, I tell you, TOUGH SKIN!
TODAY I was at Wal-mart at 6:50 am trying to buy 10 dozen donuts for my students. Oh, how I spoil them. A 50 year old man saw me loading my cart up with baked goodness and asked where I worked. When I told him, he demanded to know why there were no teachers like me when he went to school. "You're young, you're in shape, and you're generous! Can I enroll in your class?!?" Well, I look younger than I am, I'm not at all in shape, and the school's paying for the donuts, but glad you are easily tricked, my friend.
In any case, it kind of made my morning.
TODAY the weather outside looked oh-so-beautiful and my second period was restless. "Can we go outside, PLEASE?!?" They begged. With some quick brainstorming, I figured out a way to do the lesson outside, and we were off. After less than 20 seconds out of the building, and a fierce wind blowing all those 16 year old girls' skirts up, they clammered, "Can we go back inside, PLEASE?!?" I said yes.
But they're all a bunch of wimps.
TODAY I went to get some bolts screwed into my car. I went to an old car mechanic that my dad used to love. "My car is making a weird noise and I need it looked at," I explained. "Well, what's wrong with it?" He asked. "Ummm... you tell me sir. You're the mechanic. That's why I'm here." I thought it, but I didn't say it, because I'm a good girl.
Naturally, his reply didn't instill me with too much confidence. He says I need my brake pads fixed ASAP and it's a $250 job.
I think I'll get a second opinion.
What happened with your TODAY?