Happy MLK Day!
It’s Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, and where am I spending it? Oppressed at work. Our school is closed for the holiday, but it’s really just a fake out because the teachers and staff still have to go. SNEAKY.So we believe in celebrating MLK…but just not 100 percent. Maybe 75 percent. I believe this is really sad. Dr. King would’ve wanted us all to celebrate this day. I think we make a mockery of it with our teacher inservice. Unless this inservice had chocolate donuts and ice tea. Then it would be less hurtful to Dr. King’s memory perhaps. And maybe fajitas for lunch.
So I really try to stay out of my students’ business on Facebook. I don’t want to be the creepy teacher who posts on their walls. But sometimes…you just can’t help it. Sometimes they say something so creatively funny, I have to respond. Like I did this weekend. Priscilla is a crazy smart girl who always has these clever statuses. Here’s how it went Saturday.
Secret Agent Priscilla…reads the New English Dictionary.
My comment: I read the French version last night.
Priscilla: Hahaha
Does your French Dictionary have a secret compartment in it??
Wait…I didn’t say anything. It’s just a book. Nothing special about it at all!
Me:No, but it did have a hieroglyphic sequence in it that I had to decode, then pass onto a Middle Eastern country in order to save the world. Other than that, yawn…kind of a slow weekend.
Then I’ll travel to Washington D.C. where the President…er…President Elect will award me with the Silver Badge, the prestigious award only awarded to Secret Agents who save the Universe in the style of Macgyver.
I say:
Oh. Sounds more exciting than my Sunday.
I’m just painting my nails. . . which we both know is code for detonating a bomb, stopping some acid rain in Ecuador, and drop kicking a certain Israeli drug lord.
Me: I can’t make it because of the Red Crow Barks case, but if you need to borrow my cape and thimble, please let me know. I can get them back from Justin Timberlake, who borrowed them for the last convention.
Whisk? Omg, she had me at whisk. I couldn’t even top that. So yeah, Secret Agent Priscilla is either one day going to be a writer…or take over the world. Props to her for humoring me and letting me play along.
So are y’all going to watch the inauguration? I’m so excited. We have permission to watch it in class Tuesday. I can’t wait to hear Aretha Franklin sing see Obama get sworn in. All my life I’ve wanted to see Aretha in concert a new day in this country. But that’s pretty much impossible unless you’re Oprah I’m excited for this historical event. I’m really excited for Tuesday. I mean, I get to watch TV all day long at work our first African American president! The music memories should be amazing. We might have to have a dance-off in class time to write poetry to express our patriotic feelings. I should really plan what snacks I’m going to bring what profound things I’m going to say to the children.
Some time ago on this blog, I reported that scientists are getting closer to creating a functional cloak of invisibility (a la Harry Potter). Well, now they’re even CLOSER! Somehow this new material deflects microwaves. I deflect microwaves, too. And stoves. . . I just eat cereal.
They said the cloak material is made up of 10,000 small pieces of fiberglass. How comfortable would that be? I think this is a bad, bad thing. You’d have this complex everywhere you went that someone was following you all invisible-like. I mean, when I do my car solos, I like to be alone. Thinking someone might be invisible and in my passenger seat would stymie my ability to bust out my mad harmonizing skills with Keith Urban. And you’d never pee with confidence again. Our church is pretty fancy schmancy. But for some reasons in the ladies’ room there’s this one stall that if the toilet paper is running low…you can see to the OTHER STALL!! How unnerving is that! And I ALWAYS get this stall! Out of the like 15 stalls total we have, I always get that one! And today I picked it, and I had to not only tinkle, BUT change clothes! I don’t know whether to ignore the gaping hole in the wall or just stick my head in it and say hello. So, no. Just say no to fiberglass cloaks of invisibility.
Have a great MLK Day and Inauguration Day!
JEN
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We had chocolate donuts at my in-service this morning. Just one of the many perks of driving 40 minutes a day to get to work!
do u like obama???? i hope not!!
Hilarious about your spy escapades with Priscilla. Maybe it can be your next book…
That invisible cloak thing is creepy. You just know the number of hit-men in this country is going to escalate. And it will totally ruin my singing in the shower routine.
I’ve got to say, I’m not looking forward to watching four hours of media hype leading up to the inauguration. Though maybe I’ll tune in to watch Aretha Franklin. Have fun with the class dance off! (Speaking of which, I suggest buying Krispy Kremes for your snack.
Ms. Jones = awesome-est teacher evahh
(There goes my English skills)
hahaha
Wow! Inservice on MLK day? We had school with live kids and everything. No donuts either, but one of my students brought me three dozen eggs!
As for the cloaking device made from fiberglass, I once had about 10,000 splinters from a fiberglass shovel handle and I had absolutely no invisibility super powers (as far as I could see, anyway!)
Have fun watching the Inauguration tomorrow.
Mr. C
some weird guy with face tattoos came to the door last night and wanted my husband to talk to him outside. he kept asking for a ride to fort smith or money and was like inches from my husbands face while he did it and kept saying “can you help me out?” and “its not like that man” but then kept repeating that he wanted a ride or money. he came back twice. and to all my neighbors houses too…now. if that guy was invisible?! no freakin way…
have a good inauguration day!
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I like inauguration day no matter who’s in charge! I love that changing of the guard. Such a fun attitude.
Chen, i totally worry about a decline in the singing in the shower. I will carry on no matter who has a fiberglass cloak.
Mr. C, no good can come from fiberglass; that’s the truth. It’s like a WMD.
Colene…you need to move to a location that would be more conducive to COIs (cloaks of invisiblity).