Me, at work:
Hey, are we having issues with email?
Everyone:
Yes!
All of us:
Darn students.
***
Me, to J:
So, who’s Ant’s teacher this year?
J: Well…
Me: What?
J: You are
going to think you’re angry when I say, but you need to hear me out.
Me: Who? WHO?
J: Mr. M.
Now, I know you said you wanted Ant in a classroom with a younger…
Me: A man?
Again? That didn’t work out so well the last time! And I told them I wanted him
to have a female, preferably young and energetic!
J: Now, Sarah, hear me out. He has Mr. M, and the first thing I thought when I went in the class room, is ‘Oh, Sarah is not going to like this.’ This guy is laid back and…
J: Now, Sarah, hear me out. He has Mr. M, and the first thing I thought when I went in the class room, is ‘Oh, Sarah is not going to like this.’ This guy is laid back and…
Me: You’re
right! I do not like this at all!
J: AND THEN…
Me; Yes,
okay. Sigh.
J: Mr. M saw
Ant come through with his Doctor Who shirt and the first thing he said to him
was, ‘Who is your favorite Doctor, Ant? Mine is Tom Baker!’
Me: Oy!
J: I know.
Me: Oh, this
guy is a keeper. Ant’s going to have a great year!
J: I haven’t
even told you the Star Wars part yet…
***
Me, at work:
Hey, are we having issues with internet and wifi?
Everyone:
Yes!
All of us:
Darn students.
***
First day of
school and I have Ant on the bus, am on my way to work, and generally thinking
how awesome this morning went, given it’s the first day and all. I’m stopped at
a light when the motorcycle rear ends me. It wasn’t a big hit, so at first, I’m
not even certain I’ve been hit. So, I roll down the window and ask the cyclist
behind me if he hit me. He flips me off.
Oh. Oh, it’s
on.
I throw the
brake on, get out, and go back to address him properly. The woman in the lane
beside us rolls down her window so she can better hear what’s happening.
Me: I asked
if you hit me.
Him, looking
all of 12, and obviously going to school with his backpack on his back: My tire
rolled into your car, yes.
Me: Oh, and
is your tire attached to your bike? Which you were in control of when you hit
me?
Him: What of
it, lady?
Me: Oh,
honey. HONEY. That’s not how we say we’re sorry. Let’s try it the right way…
Him: There’s
not even a freaking mark on your bumper!
Me: I know.
Be thankful for that, or you’d be late to your first class, and that officer two cars ahead of me would be asking
about your motorcycle license and insurance right about now. Let’s try it
again, ‘I’m sorry for hitting you…’
Him: What
are you, my mother?
Me: Well, I’m
old enough to be your mother and I’m tired of your attitude, so yes, let’s just
say I’m proxy for your mother right now.
By this time, the lady next to us
is shaking with laughter and getting her phone out of her purse. I know I made
her morning.
***
Student:
Hey, is Blackboard down?
Everyone:
Yes!
All of us:
Darn students.
Me: Hey!
Wait a minute…
I cannot even be-lieve the attitude of the kids on the bike. What a jerk! Meanwhile, you held your ground in a strong way. You go, girl!
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