On Saturday, I was hanging out in a Starbucks reading a book (Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol, in case y'all are interested). At the table next to me was a teacher working on her laptop. Every so often, a teenager would wander in, say hi, and sit down to talk to her. Turns out this teacher runs her off-hours study sessions for tests at this Starbucks. Interesting. But I guess in this day and age of rampant garbage lawsuits for inappropriate behavior by teachers, it's good to be in a very publicly visible locale. Anyway...
With one student, the teacher started reviewing his flash cards when she saw one that piqued her interest.
Teacher: "This one is about 9/11?"
Student: "Yes."
Teacher: "But you say on it that Iraq is responsible."
Student: "Yes."
Teacher: "9/11 was perpetrated by Al Q'aida, not Iraq. A terrorist organization, not a country."
Student: "Whatever."
Teacher: "No! There is no 'whatever' here. There is a BIG difference!"
Student: "Okay."
As much as I wanted to go up to the teacher and shake her hand and slap the kid silly, I'm still pretty sure he is only going to take that lesson to heart insofar as answering the question correctly on a test. Otherwise, he's still going to be blissful in his ignorance regarding the truth.
Sometimes I truly worry about the future of our county after hearing things like that.
Katie and I had this conversation the other day during our morning commute.
Katie: "Ahhhh! That's not something I like to see crossing in front of me while I drive at this time of morning."
Me: "What was it?"
Katie: "A Hearse."
Me: "Hell, I don't like seeing one of those cross in front of me ever."
Katie: "But it's like it was looking at me saying 'Good morning!'"
Me: "Is that 'Good morning' or 'Good mourning'?"
Katie: "Oh ugh."
Me: "Yeah, that's me for ya."
Remember me saying that I love having a wife who is perversely twisted? Helps that I'm a good balance of it myself.
