OK, the first 4 weeks of teaching are behind us so we may now have some time to begin the Mandy version of the Teachers' Cocktails blog. (It should s' right? since there are teachers, plural?) Any way, we were talking last week about what the categories should be. Suggested so far:
Attendance: you need to know who was there and who may be new.
The Story Mandy would most enjoy: for example, four weeks ago Robin and Jerry went on a team building retreat a la The Office. The lead up and aftermath of this event provided weeks of hilarious commentary that Mandy would have loved! Really Mandy, a team building ropes course retreat. No really. And, and, then Robin and Jerry's teams had to create a song, poem, dance that expressed what we learned. No really Mandy, we did this. (Sorry to switch back and forth from the 1st person plural to the 3rd person. Don't dock me credit.)
Episode of "The Classroom" ideas: should be a category (see above for best episode ever).
Our Question of the Week for Mandy: category - either an actually question: Why do east coast schools close for Columbus Day - or a Sarah question - You're about to go in for your doctor appointment and realize you forgot to put on underwear, what do you do? And that way you will have to comment by answering our questions.
What other categories do you want Mandy? We will all discuss it tomorrow as tomorrow is Friday, raise your glass - clink -.
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I have a mental image of Jerry in his typical attire—khakis, sharply pressed shirt, freshly shined shoes. And yet something is different, his pants aren’t pressed. There are chalk lines crisscrossing him as if he’s just taken off a harness. He maintains a fake smile that could fool those who don’t know him. I can see he is pissed. If confirmation of his mood is needed, I look to Robin in the background, hanging above him on a rope, her face showing defeat and indignation. Here are two people, who enjoy jazz, and art, and a well prepared meal. They belong at Etta’s, and yet they’ve succumbed and have been bussed (yellow, not charter) to Randal, Washington, and this ropes course. Snapped in this mental picture is a message: when they were hired at Peter Kirk, this was not in the job description. Although disgruntled, they are good sports.
Go Cougs!
And, speaking of college (there’s my transition), when in my freshman year at Whitworth, I had a roommate named Stephanie Walker. I have many stories about her. Stories involving turtles, large vet bills, relative bestiality, small town realizations in the big city of Spokane, but I won’t get into that now. The one that is on my mind was when she revealed to me that she never wears underwear when she wears jeans. My mind, upon hearing this, generated many questions, the first being, “How often do you wash your jeans?” The second, “Why did you tell me this?” But, in my formative years, it caused me to contemplate the commando conundrum. So, my instinctual answer to you Sarah, is that when one is underwearless, there is a heightened sense of the fact that one has no underwear on. It can’t be escaped. But, I know this game, so Sarah, I won’t disappoint you.
Suspending my disbelief, let’s suppose that driving to the doctor, I realize I’ve forgotten to wear underwear. My solution: get two robes and figure out what Macgyver would do. You can snap your own mental picture here, but I don’t encourage it.
I’m about fifteen minutes out from having to play “advisor”, so I should wrap this up. First, I’d like to say thank you for getting the blog back up—how fun. Second, I’d like to say I wish I had some sort of teleporter to get me to drinks in Seattle tonight. Finally, (in keeping with the crappy parallel structure I’ve created) I’d like to say I’ll drink a drink in your honor tonight. Cheers!
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