Do you ever look back at something that you thought was sooo hilarious at the time, in reality turned out to be just plain silly? This is my case last Friday night.
I went to Kroger's to get a few last minute things...in the chip and pop aisle, a guy came walking toward me. He was tall, dark haired, had glasses and looked "bookish/nerdish" (Think high school chemistry teacher/priest). He passed and I noticed that he had a size tag still affixed to the back of his pant leg. I am always thinking when stuff like this happens..."Where is John Quinniones from 20/20?" "Am I being followed by a camera to document my reaction?" I was on the phone with Deb at the time and asked her...do I pull the tag off, or let him walk around with it on his trousers? Basically he's advertising that "these are new jeans and I didn't wash them before I wore them". (The latter was a big no-no for my mom...I, on the other hand, never wash my new jeans...I wear them first and deal with blue-dyed underwear later) Deb said to go for it and blog about it. I followed him to the beer aisle and said "Sir...hold still for a moment...you've got something on the back of your pant leg." He froze like a deer in headlights. I ripped the tag off and showed him. He stood frozen for about 5 seconds grabbed a 6 pack of Bud Light, gave no eye-contact and briskly walked by me. After a couple of steps, he turned back with a hint of a smile and thanked me. I hope I didn't mortify him.
I'm a mom...it's my nature to fix and straighten up stuff. I guess too, I have issues with shirt collars, shoe strings, snaps, and fuzz balls. I actually tell people that they have food in their teeth...a button is unbuttoned...but I stop short of telling someone their fly is unzipped. Unless it's my dad or son. That just basically tells someone that your eyes are somewhere they shouldn't be, which for me is not necessarily the case...I notice everything.
That guy's mom (whom he looked like he still lived with) probably didn't notice the tag due to her dimished vision in her old age state. It just goes to show...you always need your mom and you should check your clothes for tags before you wear them.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
New Beginnings
Dear reader,
It's almost 1:00 in the morning and I decided that I couldn't live one more moment without creating a blog...so here I am. Blogging. I am not very techno-savvy...so please excuse me from not having marvelous pics, images or what-have-you. These things will come in time. Being that I am not an English major...please forgive any spelling and punctuation errors...misquoted quotes, garbled idoms and mangled metaphors. This is purely from the heart, and late in the evening, well...early morning.
I am a teacher. Not just a teacher, but one who has the privilege of teaching kids with special needs. I've been at this business now, for 22 years, and probably will be for the next 15 or so, depending on when my brain wears out, and my kids finish college. I teach in a vocational high school setting and all of my kids are juniors and seniors.
The span of learners I work with come to me with labels such as ADHD, learning disabled, hearing impaired, cognitively challenged, emotionally disabled, autistic, Asberger's Syndrome, Down's Syndrome, Tramitic Brain Injury, emotionally, environmentally and sometimes physically starved. I've taught kids from the wealthiest ends of town, to kids that have come from homes with no water or food, and have been wards of the state and passed through families and "systems". They walk into my classroom each year...not knowing what to expect, sometimes scared, shy or bashful, sometimes flippant or cocky...but looking for validation, respect and someone who quite possibly may have the right trick up their sleeve that flips their switch and makes their lightbulb glow. ( Mind you...not all light bulbs have the same wattage...but they are light bulbs none-the-less.)
I love to teach. I didn't set out to be in this noble profession...it found me. On a daily basis, I am immersed in college-prep Chemistry, Environmental Science, and Physical Science, both in inclusion class rooms and in my own self contained class room. I can talk Kelvins, quarks and alpha decay...I can talk health, hygiene and insurance forms. This is why I love this job so much. It's never the same...and I always learn more from my students than they ever learn from me. Being a teacher is a good thing. Being a special education teacher, for me particularly, is a great thing.
Now with all that being said...I guess I can offically start to blog. I'm not sure which direction this will take...so hang on for a (hopefully) interesting ride!
It's almost 1:00 in the morning and I decided that I couldn't live one more moment without creating a blog...so here I am. Blogging. I am not very techno-savvy...so please excuse me from not having marvelous pics, images or what-have-you. These things will come in time. Being that I am not an English major...please forgive any spelling and punctuation errors...misquoted quotes, garbled idoms and mangled metaphors. This is purely from the heart, and late in the evening, well...early morning.
I am a teacher. Not just a teacher, but one who has the privilege of teaching kids with special needs. I've been at this business now, for 22 years, and probably will be for the next 15 or so, depending on when my brain wears out, and my kids finish college. I teach in a vocational high school setting and all of my kids are juniors and seniors.
The span of learners I work with come to me with labels such as ADHD, learning disabled, hearing impaired, cognitively challenged, emotionally disabled, autistic, Asberger's Syndrome, Down's Syndrome, Tramitic Brain Injury, emotionally, environmentally and sometimes physically starved. I've taught kids from the wealthiest ends of town, to kids that have come from homes with no water or food, and have been wards of the state and passed through families and "systems". They walk into my classroom each year...not knowing what to expect, sometimes scared, shy or bashful, sometimes flippant or cocky...but looking for validation, respect and someone who quite possibly may have the right trick up their sleeve that flips their switch and makes their lightbulb glow. ( Mind you...not all light bulbs have the same wattage...but they are light bulbs none-the-less.)
I love to teach. I didn't set out to be in this noble profession...it found me. On a daily basis, I am immersed in college-prep Chemistry, Environmental Science, and Physical Science, both in inclusion class rooms and in my own self contained class room. I can talk Kelvins, quarks and alpha decay...I can talk health, hygiene and insurance forms. This is why I love this job so much. It's never the same...and I always learn more from my students than they ever learn from me. Being a teacher is a good thing. Being a special education teacher, for me particularly, is a great thing.
Now with all that being said...I guess I can offically start to blog. I'm not sure which direction this will take...so hang on for a (hopefully) interesting ride!
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