My class kept asking me if I was Big Bird. No, I told them. I am the Rubber Chicken of Friendship - the unofficial school mascot that gets passed around from class to class. My class was completely non-plussed about the whole thing. However, former students, younger kids, parents, and faculty all seemed to like it. Oh well. Par for the course this year.
Anyway, I can't believe that I don't have a photo of myself that shows off the bright red soccer socks that I borrowed from Gum Fascist or the yellow dishwashing gloves on my feet. Sorry SHR, I'll pick up some new ones.
The rest of the teachers in my grade. Mondale is a Secret Service agent protecting the VP of the US from '77-'81.
Best pumpkin ever! Boy Who Always Wears a Leather Jacket in School and Claims to All Who Will Listen That He is A Scenestealer brought it in.
Other thing of note from this week: The Boy Who Dressed as Blade today did an odd thing yesterday. First, he killed a bee with his bare hand at recess. The bee was minding its own business when Blade snuck up and coldcocked the sucker dead. I admonished him and told him not to do that again.
A few minutes later, he proudly came over to show me that he was holding a bee in his hand. He had caught another one and taken one of its wings off. He said that he had done it to protect everyone from getting stung. I was stunned and explained to him how mean that was to that poor bee. I told him to put the bee down and not to do it to again.
Blade reminded me of the old family cat Bumpo who would proudly drop off dead birds at the feet of my parents. In both cases, the recipients of such bearings were equally awed and disgusted at the same time. I mean, how the hell do you catch a bee with your bare hand without getting stung? An impressive feat, I suppose.
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