(Part of the Emails From My Brothers series)
This is vintage Mom. For reference, Chicken Out is a semi-decent rotisserie take-out joint.
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Things I Learned in Today’s Professional Development
It’s only “teaching to the test” if you call it “teaching to the test.” If you call it “Test Prep Academy,” it’s best practice.
I’m glad my superiors explained this to me slowly and carefully while swinging a pocket watch and chanting the mantra “we do not teach to the test,” because when I first saw the schedule for the next two months I was starting to wonder why I became a teacher.
But “Test Prep Academy” sounds super fun, guys!!! Can we all wear fatigues?!
So This Is My Life Now
Just opened my inbox to this scene:
Ebola Mom, Part 9
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)
Your nanny’s a liar. And you can shove your cookies up your gloves.
Add Him to the List
Is the fact that Groundhog Day exists not complete, indisputable evidence that meteorology is a crock of shit? Add this groundhog to the list of sources I trust more than my weatherman– a list that already includes fortune cookies, magic 8 balls, and Bill Cosby.
#monday
Things I Think As I Crop My Entire Face Out of This Picture
There should be a photo app specifically designed for jewish noses. Like red-eye reduction, but for your schnoz.
Men Are From Mars, Women Are From a Place Where Context and Rational Thought Matter
I have a male friend who recently went through some tough times and, partially due to my influence, has now started therapy. I’m so proud of him for giving therapy a chance, but still– as this conversation* highlights, could he BE more of a dude?
(*posted with his full permission and approval):
Things That Make Me Terrified To Have Children
Spotted in the apartment of my sister, who is a new mom:
My favorite part is when she gets the math wrong and has to recalculate. To be fair to Steph, though….
Pot. Kettle. Black.
This morning, after the gym I popped over to Starbucks and, in classic disheveled-A.D.D.-Emily style, left my keys on the coffee bar. I realized this once I got home, and ran back to Starbucks to get them. When I walked in, the barista was dangling my set of keys, laughing, and said: “Not your smartest move, huh?”
This from the guy who spelled my name like this:
Just sayin.
