back in the days...
Hello out there!
It's been so long that I've wrote in this thing that I forgot how to log into my own account.
It took me about 20 minutes of non-stop guessing to finally get it right.
It's also been so long that I've wrote in this thing that I forgot how to be super witty!
I joke.
Umm... let's see... where should I begin...
I will start off with a little story.
From the age of 4 to the age of 10, I attended a wonderful little school called Junipero Serra.
I have so many fond memories of that place...
The silent table,
The phlem-filled coughs of Ms. Emerson during lunch time,
And, "Hands up, all the hands! Hands down, no more talking!!!"
JS used to run like a mini-prison back then.
But, one of my best memories came when I was a little kindiegarner in Ms. Klein class.
~ Yes, Eugene, I have the ability to remember things before the age of 14. ~
I remember one day walking up to Ms. Klein and saying to her, "Ms. Klein, today is movie day."
And she enthusiastically replied, "Oh, Jane! Thank you for reminding me! I forgot!"
And then, she gave a hearty hug.
I felt so special and proud of my wonderful memory (although, years down the road, my El Camino teachers would not share Ms. Klein's enthusiasm for my movie day reminders).
Ms. Klein was the best.
17 years later, at the age of 22, I went back to her classroom as a TA.
Yes, she was still there and is there to this day.
It was such a strange experience.
That classroom looked the same, it even smelled the same... kinda like crayons and paste.
Then, just a couple weeks ago, I once again went back to JS as a substitute teacher (yikes!).
As my introduction to the class, I said, "My name is Miss Chang (yikes!) and JS was the elementary school I attended."
About now, the class would gasp and stare with wide eyes.
I would continue, "And, Ms. Klein was my kindergarten teacher!!!"
Again, more gasps, more wide eyes, and some chitter-chatter.
"Miss Chang, how long ago were you in her class?"
"I was here... let's see... I was here before you guys were born."
This time, there weren't many gasps or wide eyes.
It was at this point that I truly felt like an old fart.
Never in my life have I ever recalled such fond memories to an audience who was not even alive at the time, followed by the words "before you were born."
To top it off, the kids didn't even think it was strange that they hadn't been born yet.
To them, I was just another sub... another old person... of course they couldn't have been alive when I was a wee little lass.
I hecka grossed myself out with my oldness.
As soon as those fateful words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back and gobble 'em back up.
But alas!
It's been so long that I've wrote in this thing that I forgot how to log into my own account.
It took me about 20 minutes of non-stop guessing to finally get it right.
It's also been so long that I've wrote in this thing that I forgot how to be super witty!
I joke.
Umm... let's see... where should I begin...
I will start off with a little story.
From the age of 4 to the age of 10, I attended a wonderful little school called Junipero Serra.
I have so many fond memories of that place...
The silent table,
The phlem-filled coughs of Ms. Emerson during lunch time,
And, "Hands up, all the hands! Hands down, no more talking!!!"
JS used to run like a mini-prison back then.
But, one of my best memories came when I was a little kindiegarner in Ms. Klein class.
~ Yes, Eugene, I have the ability to remember things before the age of 14. ~
I remember one day walking up to Ms. Klein and saying to her, "Ms. Klein, today is movie day."
And she enthusiastically replied, "Oh, Jane! Thank you for reminding me! I forgot!"
And then, she gave a hearty hug.
I felt so special and proud of my wonderful memory (although, years down the road, my El Camino teachers would not share Ms. Klein's enthusiasm for my movie day reminders).
Ms. Klein was the best.
17 years later, at the age of 22, I went back to her classroom as a TA.
Yes, she was still there and is there to this day.
It was such a strange experience.
That classroom looked the same, it even smelled the same... kinda like crayons and paste.
Then, just a couple weeks ago, I once again went back to JS as a substitute teacher (yikes!).
As my introduction to the class, I said, "My name is Miss Chang (yikes!) and JS was the elementary school I attended."
About now, the class would gasp and stare with wide eyes.
I would continue, "And, Ms. Klein was my kindergarten teacher!!!"
Again, more gasps, more wide eyes, and some chitter-chatter.
"Miss Chang, how long ago were you in her class?"
"I was here... let's see... I was here before you guys were born."
This time, there weren't many gasps or wide eyes.
It was at this point that I truly felt like an old fart.
Never in my life have I ever recalled such fond memories to an audience who was not even alive at the time, followed by the words "before you were born."
To top it off, the kids didn't even think it was strange that they hadn't been born yet.
To them, I was just another sub... another old person... of course they couldn't have been alive when I was a wee little lass.
I hecka grossed myself out with my oldness.
As soon as those fateful words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back and gobble 'em back up.
But alas!
posted by thecatcherintherice at 7:13 PM
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