January 11, 2013
Dear Winter,
I do prefer this warmish fog rain to the frozen vortex, but overall I think I’d prefer that you go fuck yourself.
Emily
January 11, 2013
Dear Winter,
I do prefer this warmish fog rain to the frozen vortex, but overall I think I’d prefer that you go fuck yourself.
Emily
Perhaps work on a more subtle execution….
Student: “Miss Emily, you look so pretty today! Like you’re glowing!”
Me: “Aw thanks, kiddo!” (Opening my arms for a hug)
Student: “Also I didn’t do my homework.”
Me (to student not following directions): “Excuse me, sir– what’s going on over there?”
Student: “Sorry. I’m jet-lagged.”
I’m sorry to the parent of that toddler who learned a new word today while witnessing me slip on black ice. I recognize (both in hindsight and from the look on your face) that yelling “I mean– fudge, fudge, fudge!” afterwards did not fix the problem. Good luck with that.
December 27, 2013
As I’m leaving for my morning run, the (new) neighbor’s dog races over and jumps on me…
Neighbor: “I’m so sorry! He does this to your husband every morning!”
Me: “Oh my god. No. No. That’s my dad. Not my husband. Oh god. NO.”
Neighbor: “Oh. Oh god. Sorry. It’s always from a distance…”
Me: (horrified stare)
Neighbor: “He seems like a very nice man.”
Me: “Please stop saying things.”
During one of our (frequent) classroom karaoke sessions:
Student: “Miss Emily, you’re pretty good! You should take singing lessons– you have some real natural talent there!”
Me: “Aw thanks, Kiddo! That’s so sweet!”
Student: “Right but like I said– take lessons.”
Student: “Can I change my books after lunch?”
Me: “Sure. Just remind me when the time comes because–”
Student (rolling eyes): “I know, I know, you (doing air quotes) ‘have the memory and attention span of a flea.'”
November 29, 2013
Dear Mom and Dad,
I’m sorry that, within one minute of driving it, I managed to damage your car. I’m also sorry that you’re finding out about it on Facebook.
Emily