SWEET! Along With The Bitter...

Perhaps Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's fellow Newmentia faculty do not understand the meaning of, "I'd prefer that you don't discuss my upcoming retirement with the pupils, because it is not really their business."

Perhaps we should break that down word by word. Starting with DON'T, followed by DISCUSS, RETIREMENT, and PUPILS. Uh huh. And make big posters with those definitions, for everybody to hang in their room. And have them recite the definitions each morning, just like we do the Pledge of Allegiance every Monday. Only more often, you see, until the message becomes clear.

Just when I though I had nipped Italian Chandelier's retirement talk in the bud, I find out that she's been at it again. AND my best ol' ex-teaching buddy Mabel's successor was at it only last Friday. I wouldn't have known, since I don't have pupils in common with her. Except for The Pony. Who sings like a canary.

"Mom. You're going to love this. I have to tell you! Last week, Ms. Cardiac was talking about your retirment--"

"WHAT? I have told them NOT to talk about my retirement! I can't believe that SHE, of all people, would do such a thing! I save seats for her! I thought she was nice! That is out of line!"

"No, Mom. It wasn't like that. I think she just said, to me, in class, 'Pony, I'm going to miss your mom. She's so witty.' And then some of the kids, not many, Mom, because there's only seven of us in there, it's that AP class, asked why she was going to miss you. And Ms Cardiac said you were retiring. And they said, 'But she's not OLD ENOUGH to retire!' They started asking me how old you are, but I wouldn't tell them. So they started guessing. And do you know how old they think you are? You're going to love this, Mom! They thought you were between 40 and 43!"

"Oh. I guess it's okay that you talked about me in class."

Heh, heh! I haven't heard such a travesty of pupils judging ages since a whole crop of them though Arch Nemesis was older that Mabel!

That made my day.