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Molding Young Minds (I do what I can)

In our lives-- there will come many moments that define us.

These moments may be happy and exciting.
They may be frightening and intense.
They may be life altering.

Or, in my case, they may be mortifying.

In case you didn't know, I am a teacher. That's right. I am responsible for helping to mold the minds of our future generation. (Are you scared yet? Cause I am)

So anyway, my story today-- my MORTIFYING moment-- reared its ugly head while I was teaching my students. In class we were discussing the idea of "pronouns". That we need to match the pronoun to the noun it is replacing. For example: Our sentence is "Jane runs quickly." If we want to put in a pronoun we would switch Jane for she. Now our sentence is "She runs quickly." (and, yes, I did just want to teach you a little pronoun lesson).

This is all beside the point (I'm trying really hard here to avoid saying what happened-- can you tell?)

So-- if you're still following along-- here is what happens:
  1. I am reading the directions on a workbook page.
  2. The students are following along as I read.
  3. I am reading really, REALLY quickly.
  4. I somehow stumble over the pronoun list.
  5. I stumble over the words "she" and "it" (Do you see what's happening here?)
  6. I somehow manage to come out and say the word sh**
  7. That's right. I said a curse word. In front of my 8 year old students.
  8. They all gasp (yes-- a COLLECTIVE gasp).
  9. I, being the professional that I am, keep on reading like nothing ever happened.
  10. My face turns red, but I pretend I didn't hear a thing.
  11. Eventually all of my students return to work and (hopefully) forget the time their teacher said a curse word in class.
My little plan seems to have worked. I haven't heard from any angry parents. I haven't heard my students talking about "the incident". *sigh of relief*

So what can we learn from this experience?


Oh- and if you curse in front of children- keep going and pretend it never happened. Chances are, they will forget it ever happened.


Ok. So I was sitting around one day (and by "one day" I mean 5 minutes ago) and had too much time to think (and by "too much time" I mean 5 minutes).

Anyway- I started to think about what we humans call "guilty pleasures". Here are some definitions I found for guilty pleasure:
1. Something you shouldn't like-- but like anyway.
2. Something you love to do-- but you just cannot admit that you do it.
3. Keeping a secret collection of ABBA and Carpenters and listening to their albums when no one else is around.
4. Something you enjoy-- but would feel horrible if somebody found out.

Well I apparently feel like bearing my soul- because I am about to share some of my guilty pleasures with you. And perhaps after I share, I won't have to feel so ashamed anymore.

Here we go:

1. I bought this bag of candy for my students. But I haven't given them any. Every day after school I eat several pieces... I feel like I've earned it. It tastes good.
2. I enjoy watching teen drama shows on TV. Like Vampire Diaries. (oh the shame...)
3. I drink from the same glass all week long (It's not really something I enjoy, but I DO enjoy not having to use my clean glasses.)
4. I secretly like Katy Perry and singing along to her horribly catchy songs.
5. I like to sing along with Glee songs (it makes me feel like I'm in choir again)
6. Anytime a marathon of America's Next Top Model comes on TV-- I MUST watch it. I will spend the entire day in front of the TV. The same goes for reruns of The Biggest Loser. I've also set through continuous episodes of Project Runway.
7. I enjoy watching The Price is Right. I even get angry when the President comes over the TV to make a speech and I can't see the Showcase Showdown! (But now that I'm working full time I never get to watch it)

As of now, I don't feel less guilty... If anything, I feel kind of old because of that Price is Right comment... Great.

So how about you? Anything you'd like to get off your chest? (Like how much you miss Bob Barker?)
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