"If you need to sharpen any of the color pencils the sharpener is on my desk. Make sure you use it over the trash bin."
Yes, I say trash bin. But only to my students. It helps to make me even more other to them than I already am. I work with a Scottish guy, so I feel I can blame some kind of weak cultural osmosis to a degree. A very little, tiny, itsy-bitsy degree. So anyway, I said do it over the garbage thing and this one does it on the effing table. Who do you think cleans this stuff up?
"That's the custodians job!"
Did you just say that? Did you think it? For you and for any of my very most special kids, no. That is not the custodian's job. And no, special student X, custodian is not, in fact, an SAT word. It's kind of like janitor, but not exactly the same. Look it up.
"Why you always gotta say that! That's what my mentor always says."
Well God almighty bless that poor fool for sticking by your special side.
Things like that make me wish there was one of those trees you could send a kid out to go and pick a switch from. And that it was 70 years ago. In the South. I just think I could do that in the South. Maybe I'm wrong, but I feel it in my chicken fried soul.
So long, January; hello to the incomplete month of February. Do you say the first "r"? Tell me. I want to know.
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