Random thoughts....

Here are a few random thoughts...

• Graduation season is upon us, and I have one simple question... Does anyone have a name for that faux leather thing (probably PVC) in which they put your diploma/degree?
• Is it just me, or would it make sense for restaurants to sell gum? Are you surprised that Doublemint hasn't partnered with McDonald's to kill Big Mac breath?
• We know Good Friday is the Friday before Easter? Any takers for naming that following Monday?
• Scarlett Johansson has twin... brother. Talk about a buzzkill.
• I don't feel weird about buying contraceptives from Wal-Mart
• An old man fell asleep in my classroom this week... TWICE! More on this later...
• I have to finish my '90's movie list...
• I have to finish my Adventures with a Cameraphone stories, too... kind of fun...
• I am TOO addicted to Grand Theft Auto IV....

Why old people always should have cameras on them...

Reason #4,096 why old people need cameras on them at all times:

In case you're wondering, I'm an English teacher. About two weeks ago, I did a lesson on figurative language (simile, metaphor, hyperbole, etc...) and challenged my students to write poems, which are like breeding grounds for figurative language...

Anyhow, the students were going to present their poems at a coffeehouse. (I actually served tea... don't want about 25 teens on caffeine... and, yes, I know decaf exists.) In addition to the beverage, I served a variety of snacks.

The day of the coffeehouse, I decided to make all of my preparations in the teacher's lounge. This is because a class of rowdy students are in my room 1st and 2nd periods (my conference periods). While I'm prepping, an old woman, comes into the teachers lounge. It was immediately awkward.

Thankfully, I realized that I left something in my room and went to get it. When I return, I see the old woman eating one of my honey buns. She looks at me and says:

"I only ate one. I'm a substitute. I'll be working here again Monday. I'll pay you for it." Naturally, I turn down her offer. What was I gonna do? Break her thumbs?

All right... This happened on a Thursday, by the way...

So, the following Monday, I see her in the halls and she says:

"Good morning, sir. Thank you for the treat."

Random...