tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post714552158146794935..comments2024-03-28T01:37:23.606-05:00Comments on Hillbilly Mansion: I Met My Old Student In A Convenience Store Last NightHillbilly Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post-4291496473367433042012-10-29T18:18:48.099-05:002012-10-29T18:18:48.099-05:00Kathy,
I'm a prolific teller.Kathy,<br />I'm a prolific teller.Hillbilly Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post-66332346466124933572012-10-28T17:39:59.264-05:002012-10-28T17:39:59.264-05:00You tell it, sister!You tell it, sister!Kathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post-50964477451165977562012-10-28T15:21:46.851-05:002012-10-28T15:21:46.851-05:00Sioux,
Actually, from the true story files, a coup...Sioux,<br />Actually, from the true story files, a couple in one of my places of employ used a room with a windowed door, but COVERED IT WITH BUTCHER PAPER. You know, the big colored rolls on a wheeled metal rack that teachers squabble over at various holidays. Some people like to live life on the edge, I guess. And have a love for colored paper.Hillbilly Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post-25222186451098299262012-10-28T11:52:21.057-05:002012-10-28T11:52:21.057-05:00A windowless storeroom would be smarter than one f...A windowless storeroom would be smarter than one filled with windows. Or a gym mat in the gymnasiusm, which IS a true story.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post-39317757964697186862012-10-28T11:08:20.835-05:002012-10-28T11:08:20.835-05:00Sioux,
AS IT SHOULD BE? Pardon me, Ma'am, but ...Sioux,<br />AS IT SHOULD BE? Pardon me, Ma'am, but are you a spinster woman boarding with a family in Walnut Grove, relegated to a beau-less life raising other people's children?<br /><br />Sweet Gummi Mary! One does not enter a convent nor monastery when signing a teaching contract. Life goes on. Which does not mean that one should nip from an airline bottle of alcohol between classes, nor sneak a way for clandestine nooky sessions in a windowless storeroom. <br /><br />Regular folks should stop putting teachers on lofty pedestals between bouts of bashing them for their gross incompetence. Some of us are afraid of heights.<br /><br />And a note to all those people who are former students, which includes just about everybody except the home-schooled...you're not that special. There. I said it. In the real world, nobody gives a hoot about your tender self-esteem. You'll have to advance yourself on merit, or by who you know. Just like the rest of us.Hillbilly Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8112514995333046518.post-79474633691826856262012-10-28T10:27:24.534-05:002012-10-28T10:27:24.534-05:00Tampons (now replaced by pantyliners) in your cart...Tampons (now replaced by pantyliners) in your cart? You see a former (or current) student? Veer off into another aisle and hide until they pass by.<br /><br />Wanting to buy condoms? A racy video? Edible underwear? Knowing that your high school students have not taken the Peter Pan Pledge and they have, indeed grown up over the last 10 years, don't even think about shopping at a local shop. You must drive a minimum of 17 hours in order to find a store that would be "safe."<br /><br />A jumbo-sized bottle of vodka in your shopping cart? And you see a current or former student in the store? Wave the bottle in the air and say something like, "You know how I hydrate because of the stress of school? This is it! Chug, chug, chug a lug! Two bottles of this elixir every night makes me a happy educator!"<br /><br />(Note: The choices have been changed to protect the...innocent? I am not a high school teacher, these "examples" are fictional and/or exaggerated. I'm simply trying to make the point that as teachers who DO occasionally have the energy to drag themselves into the public arena, we DO worry about our encounters with students. Teachers are teachers 24 hours a day, seven days a week. And perhaps that's as it should be?)Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.com