2007

QotD: Happy President's Day!

Ever run for office?  (School, club, organization, politics, etc.)  Did you get elected?

My brief foray into politics, although only school politics were as follows:

Back in the 9th grade, when 9th graders were the kings and queens of ther domain, back when freshmen were the top and not the bottom of the totem pole, I was a member of the Pep Club.  If you know me now, you know how friggin goofy that sounds.  I can't remember if it was exclusively the freshmen that were allowed to join, but I tend to believe this was the way it was.  I guess I was fairly well known at school, of course it helped that I stood out as one of a handful of black kids at our school.  At any rate, the PC needed a president and more than anyone, my favorite English teacher, Mrs. Cocciolone, encouraged me to run. (It's pronounced like 'leave the coach alone' in case you were wondering.)  I never questioned her motives at the time, but I have an idea that there was a reason.

Only one other person decided to run for president.  Her name was Shane Santini.  I'm sure you're well aware, especially in a junior high situation, that there are "the cool girls".  Shane was one of them.  Once I found out that she was running, I figured that I didn't have a chance.  But on that election day, I learned something.  Two things, actually.  One, everyone doesn't like the cool girls.  Two, teachers don't always like the cool girls.  I really think Mrs. C pushed me to run simply because I wasn't a troublemaker…or at least the kind of troublemaker that was a headache for teachers.

So, between the votes of my friends and whatever the teachers did to the ballot box, I became the new Pep Club president.  My first order of business was to award the ""Spirit Stick" to the grade that was the loudest at the next pep rally.  I was scared crapless as I now had to get on the microphone, in front of the entire school, and speak.  It turned out okay.  I think that really helped me with my public speaking and just flat out acting silly in front of many, many people.  Thanks, Mrs. C.

My second trip wasn't nearly as exciting or even interesting.  Our senior class needed a president, vice, secretary and treasurer.  While we were a pretty intelligent class, no one was really interested in this sort of thing.  One  person ended up running for each position.  Hence, I was the class secretary.  BORING!

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If I Did It

Last night, we went out for dinner and a show.  Dinner was tasty and not the point of the blog.  We went afterwards to the Improv in the Grove to see Tommy Davidson.  I've been a fan of Tommy since back in the day so I was super excited for the show.  It got off to a rocky start as they say they had some sort of 'computer glitch' that kept us from getting in on time.  Typically not a problem, but we're in the middle of our 'cold snap' and my blood has thinned so I did get a little chilled. 

Anyways, after a 35 minute wait, we finally got in and got seated.  We were early enough in line to get to pick where we wanted to sit – off to the side and on the second level.  Perfect.  The opening comedian was decent, a local guy.  We lucked out that there was only one, usually there are two.  Just meant more TommyTime.

Yay!  Time for Tommy!  And to our screams and whistles, out he came.  This is the first time that I've seen Tommy in person.  I never realized that he was quite so thin.  But on a plus side, he has the cutest mischevious sparkle in his eyes.  As expected, he was hysterical.  He did some politics, some family, some current events and some not so current events.  He started talking a little smack about a time that he went somewhere with OJ Simpson.  Little did we realize that OJ was in the audience! 

We were sitting on the opposite side of the club, but could just make him out.  Kinda funny.  When the show was over, we had to walk down this skinny hallway.  And lo and behold, who's standing in the hallway but OJ.  He was hammered appeared to be three sheets to the wind enjoying his evening.  He's also proof that stress will age you.  He wasn't looking at his TV best.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

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QotD: Apple For The Teacher

Who was your best (or worst) elementary school teacher?
Submitted by Minnow

I was fortunate or unfortunate enough to do the first four of my school years in a private school.  Metro Baptist Academy was its name.  As you can tell by the name, it was a bible school.  It wasn't however an uptight kind of place.  It was a very relaxed and fun atmosphere.

Somehow, within their system, they made it possible for one to continually have the same teacher.  So, from kindergarten through fourth grade, I had the same teacher, Mrs. Cochran.  Let me tell you that this woman ruled!  She was funny and smart (but who isn't to a 2nd grader) and she was just a fun adult to be around.

I was, at the time, somewhat of a class clown.  I got away with it though, because I was also smarter than my years: in private school because since I have a December birthday, public school wouldn't let me in at age 4 and I was more than my parents could handle…they couldn't keep secrets because I could already read and spell.  Anyways, our little crew of Amy, Jeannie, Neil, Richard, Frank and myself were always a little rowdy.  (Those are seriously their names, by the way.)  I guess that Mrs. C was just having a bad day and we were not helping the situation.  Most of us could tell when she was getting past the point of having fun with us, but not Frank.  Frank never knew when to quit.

Mrs. C warned him.  We tried to warn him.  He was having no part of it because he was just having fun in his own littel world.  And then it happened.  Something just snapped.  Mrs. C got tired of Frank's incessant babbling and running around.  She offered him one final warning which went roughly like this:

"Frank, if you can't stay in your seat, I'm going to have to tape you to it."

Now, we thought this was just hysterical.  We thought she was joking.  We found out that she wasn't.  Out Frank popped from his seat one more fateful time followed immediately by Mrs. C saying that she had warned him.  A roll, and I'm completely serious here, of duct tape magically appeared from her desk drawer.  She told Frank to park it and for once, he listened.  She proceeded to tape him to his desk.  Arms and legs and a strip across the mouth for good measure.  Can you imagine if that happened nowadays?!?!

He didn't stay taped all that long and we all found it to be funny, even Frank.  For that, Mrs. C gets the best teacher award.  I must say though, that elementary school wouldn't have been complete without Mrs. Zeli who was an angel in Marion Elementary and Mr. Bilski who didn't get mad the day we decided to hide me in the classroom for the entire day.  Ahh, the good old days.

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A car is not a toy.

Look, I know we're all (or most some a few) adults here and we don't need to be lectured about what to do or not to do while driving.  We heard it when we first started, some of it stuck, some of it didn't.  Fair enough.  But when I learned to drive, the only distraction was the radio.  I wasn't putting on makeup or changing a CD or talking on my cell phone.  I don't long for those days, but I think that some people need them.

Not even an hour ago, I went to pick my daughter up from gymnastics.  On the way back home, we stopped at Publix (grocery store for those who don't have them) for a few items.  All was well.  As we were walking back to the car, my daughter was telling me a story.  Now, living in Miami, nothing ever gets your full attention, not even driving, and I realize this as I'm guilty of it myself.  So, what I'm trying to say is I was only listening to her with one ear.  (And if you have a teenage child, you know you really only need one ear to listen to them as most stories repeat.)  We weren't, as some people do, walking down the middle of the isle.  We were to the right, close to the parked cars.  On the opposite side, there was a Jetta backing out.  To this, I don't pay spectacular attention because the Jetta has plenty of room. 

Apparently, Jettas are now roughly the size of 18 wheelers judging by how far this driver had to back up.  This is not social commentary on said driver's driving skills though.  Well, yes it is.  The Jetta continues to back up, and not at a rate of speed that is suitable in a grocery store parking lot.  You really don't realize how long 3 seconds is until you are about to be hit by a car.  I had my purse and keys in one hand and a twelver of Heiney Light in the other therefore, I wasn't able to produce my initial reaction of slamming my hand into the trunk of her car.  (Yes, it was a woman driver.  Go ahead.  I've heard it all before.)  Instead, I used what I had left.  My big-ass mouth. 

As she continued to back up, I yelled out "Hey!".  Oh how I wish I could've done more.  I am pretty sure, however, that I was vocal enough for her to hear me.  Either that or she had backed out enough for a double-wide to get out.  At any rate, this is when I notice that she was on the friggin telephone.  This only irritated me more.  So I continued to yell at her through her closed windows.

"What the hell are you doing?!?!  Get the hell off the phone!!  You almost hit us!!"

I guess the reaction I was looking for was an apology.  Instead, I think I scared the crap out of Miss I'm-so-much-better-than-everyone-that-I-can-back-out-without-regard-to-any-pedestrians-that-may-happen-to-be-around.  I'm not sure if she was scared because she almost hit us (and I KNOW she heard me) or if it was because I think my eyes were popping out of my head at that very moment and I probably looked ready to kill.  Either way, she was scared and I guess that'll have to be good enough because that's what my daughter and I were.  Scared.

So, the moral of the story here folks is please pay attention when you're in crowded places.  With pedestrians.  Tell your friends.  The life you save could be your own.  No wait, that's blood donors.  But seriously, be careful!

PS.  I go to that Publix all the time Ms. Jetta.  I know your car, your tag and what you look like.  The next time you almost hit someone (especially me or mine), there will be repercussions.  40 acres and a mule!

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It's just WEDNESDAY!!

So it happens to also be February 14.  So what?  Just so we're clear, this is not a day for love just because Hallmark says so.  Many other things have happened on this day, and plenty of them were violent.

Look, don't get me wrong.  Businesses need to make money, keep the economy strong, blah, blah, blah.  But why is it such a big deal to show your love on this day?  Do you not love your spouse/sig. other every other day of the year?  I do.  I love him every day.  I tell him every day.  And that's why today is just Wednesday.  I told him not to waste money on the hype.  Everything that he gives me on a daily basis is more special, more romantic, and more loving than some forced flowers or candy just becuase big business says he should.

No amount of chocolate or flowers will ever be better than the sparkle in his eyes when he smiles at me, the crappy living situation he rescued me from, the care and patience he shows towards my daughter or his half-asleep hugs when I leave for work in the morning.  Love didn't begin on February 14 and it doesn't end on February 15.  It's 24/7, 365 for those who are really in it.

So yeah, go blow all your cash on overpriced candy and flowers today, but remember.  If you love him/her, spontaneous romance is more likely to be looked upon as special than today's efforts.  But that's just my opinion.

I LOVE YOU BABE!  Happy Wednesday.

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