so i am a teacher's aide at our local elementary's summer school. i work with the junior high students, which means most of these kids are roughly my size and already too cool for me. occasionally they opt to ask me questions about my life instead of learning how to multiply negative numbers, and today, just that happened. i was sitting at the table when one boy asked me what high school i graduated from, so i tried to explain imsa to them. for some reason, these kids didn't understand the concept of boarding school (i mean, they are in summer school for a reason, but helloooooo? harry potter anyone?) so i had to explain to them. after about a minute, i thought i had done a pretty good job of getting the message across that boarding school was vaguely like a big sleepover. i sat back, satisfied with a job well done. but then little jacob nicol looks up and asks me dubiously, "but what do you DO all day LONG?!"
oh, imsa. you have made me lame even in the eyes of redneck 12-year-olds.
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so for some reason, i always read the last sentence of things first--just habit i guess. but after reading this last sentence, i knew this was good--haha
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