Saturday, September 29, 2007


Yesterday, as I was moving some things around at the end of my third hour class, I accidentally bumped into a desk. In response to the misstep, I said "woops, yowza." Which prompted one of my students to exclaim: "I love Scooby Doo."
Me: ....?
Student: That's from Scooby Doo, right? "yowza".
Me:....Ummm...I don't think so.
Other student: No, jinkies is from Scooby Doo...hey, Mrs. Parker, you look like Velma from Scooby Doo.
To which my ego replied, "I'm out of here."
Me: What? I do not.
Group of students (now all very interested in comparing me to a nerdy cartoon character who no doubt had some self-esteem issues): Yeah, you know...she's smart, you're smart, she has brown hair, you have brown hair, you wear glasses sometimes, she wears glasses.
Me: Um....
Student: Say "jinkies"
Me: No
Student: Please, say "jinkies"
Me: Read your story
Students: You look like Velma...that's what we'll call you now: Mrs. Velma
Me: Don't
Student: Say "jinkies"
Me: Do your work.
Student: Okay, but you look like Velma


1 comment:

rachel said...

ah, they do keep us so humble. it's like having children. lots of children. except you can't hit them.