If there is one endearing thing I can say about a couple kids in my class.... they're working for me. I'm not looking, but they are. For a new Mr. Vickery. We had a fire drill and one of the girls told me she thought some of the firemen would be perfect for me.(Seriously? Bad hours, stupid pension, potential meat head, state educated. Am I interested? SURE! For about a month.)
Later in the day we had buddy time with some corporate America guys that volunteer for a mentoring program at our school. The kids were asking if they were married or if they had any kids. ( Really? Striving for middle management, bad suits, structured vacation time, MAYBE a Ford Taurus company car? Probably dreams of a life in the suburbs, sick.)
If I could sing a song from Urban Cowboy, "Lookin' For Love in All the Wrong Places....." Yoo Hoo kids! Momma likes a car sent for her at the airport. Spa days set up preferably at the Four Seasons but I'll take the Ritz as a backup. Flying first class to London, weekends in Hawaii. A Christmas full of Burberry or diamonds. Flowers sent when you suck. Tiffany boxes out of the blue, robins' egg that is.
Although they mean well, they're asking all the wrong questions. So sad, they don't know me at all.
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