I taught Home Economics today! Apparently, kids do more than bake cakes in Home Ec; although, I am told one boy has a killer recipe for 7-UP cake. Later in the year the students tell me they will take home a life-like baby doll that eats, wets its diapers, cries at night, and reports on the quality of its care. Boys take the class in large numbers now.
I was teaching at Marsh Middle School (probably for the last time at least till January) so many of the kids remember me and teachers request me by name. It's a wonderful relationship. I even see the kids after school at the I-Can't-Believe-It's-Yogurt at the shopping center behind the school. I stopped in for a double dip pecan pralines in a waffle cone. It was so good I fail to see how an orgasm could be better. Several of the kids I have taught at Marsh were there and we played the what's-my-name-game; the kids love to test my ability to remember their names. They also told me the story of how one of their buddies urinated into a bottle during lunch at the table with other people their and got away with it. Kids these days man...
I was talking to somebody on the bus ride home today describing what I do for a living and realized I didn't really do anything for a living. I am almost like the Pretender. I can show up at almost any job doing anything at any time. A jack of all trades. It's kind of cool. (mostly becuase it's been my secret desire to be a pretender)