Foreignizzle Policizzle

Every time I walk past this thing in the hallway I crack up. This is an actual poster at my school that some students created for a class assignment. Clever. Sing it with me! "I believe the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way..."

You're welcome. Now you will have that damn song in your head all day. That makes two of us. But seriously, perhaps our members of Congress could use a little assignment on Foreignizzle Policizzle to help them figure out what the hell they're doing half the time.

My son will never underestimate the power of ebonics.

When Did I Become a Dork?

I'll answer that question for you. It was September 12, 2005. The very day, coincidentally, that Gus was born. Up until this point, you see, I was pretty damn cool. My teenage students even told me so. But when I got back to work after maternity leave, I was suddenly so NOT cool! Let me tell you how not cool I became.

I am 27. Just the other day, a student asked how old I was. I replied "Forty. Why?" He didn't even blink an eye! Didn't sense the sarcasm! Didn't say "Shut up! There's no way you're 40." Just accepted what I said and moved on. I had to stop him before he spread this ugly rumor. "Twenty-seven" I said. "I'm only 27!" Was it my clothes? My hairstyle? The fact that I carry pictures of my son EVERYWHERE I go? It's the last one. I am a dork because of the bazillion pictures of my kid that I can't wait to show people every day. I always wondered why all moms seemed so dorky. Now I know. It has nothing to do with how old you are. It's all about being a mom. Mom=Dork. Being a dork is the best. I can't wait to be a dork again someday.

My son will never think his Mom is a dork.

The Wonderful World of Blogging!

So. I did it. I created my own blog! Look at me. I'm so high tech right now. Nevermind that my son is downstairs entertaining himself for what could now become a verrrrry long time. I love blogs. I love blogging! Who knew? All of a sudden, all of the GREAT IDEAS that I had in my head have vanished. I don't sound so funny, after all. And I'm boring you to tears. But what do you want from a first post?