(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 38 and part of the Ebola Mom series)
I just…I don’t…I can’t…I…ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, LADY?!?!?!
(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 38 and part of the Ebola Mom series)
I just…I don’t…I can’t…I…ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, LADY?!?!?!
That moment when it’s 2:40pm and the AC is still not working, so you just give up and show your students a video of your baby nephew eating a lemon.
#june
“She’s actually been looking pretty clean lately!”
— co worker, about a student’s mother, said with genuine enthusiasm and hope.
That moment when you think of the EXACT right thing to say back to someone who insulted you.
But it’s three weeks later.
Still, I think leaving it on his voicemail just now (with zero context), was the right move.
(Part of the #june series)
Kid: <stops asking. Realizes he’s learning nothing. Focuses on wiping his sweat.>
Me: <asleep.>
#june
Mom: “I figure you like this guy, since you haven’t written too much about him.”
Me: “Yeah, well. I’m trying not to be a weirdo.”
Mom: “Good idea.”
Guess they forgot the “L”…
For the record, it wasn’t misspelled on the email I received, but I take comfort in knowing that SOMEONE out there received an email with the heading below (minus the L in flag). Because it’s sort of a perfectly amazing fuck up. (No, I don’t condone use of that word. EVER. But I do condone honest mistakes that create super awkward scenarios where everyone feels weird).