Thursday, September 5, 2019
Another "uh ooh" moment.
When I was itsy bitsy, mom said I was going to try something new called kindergarten. She said I would get to be like the big kids and go to school! Nice try mom, I understood what school was and I had my lawyers contact her council in protest. I claimed discrimination on the fact that my older sister and cousins didn't have to go to "kid nerd garden". However I was living under a dictatorship, the system was fixed, not only was she my adversary, she was also the judge, guess who had to go.
My kindergarten teacher had only recently graduated from university, we were the first kindergarten class in that school and from what I have heard, we were her first students. I liked her, she seemed nice enough. I remember her as very tall with long slender legs like a giraffe. Understanding that she would have been a student in the sixties, she was a very modern dresser. She became known for her mini skirts, very mini.. mini skirts. Men used to smirk and ask me, "you got that teacher with all the mini skirts"? I didn't get the joke, I would just answer yes as they gave sideways glances to each other.
Eventually spring came, we said our goodbyes and the following year I went to the school were my sister was. I never saw her again but I remember about ten or more years ago, some of my old classmates were telling me about going to her retirement party. That struck me as an uh oh moment, meaning my really young kindergarten teacher was now old enough to retire. There are moments in life that when you pass them, it makes you stop and think about where you are going and about the time already passed.
Last week was another uh oh moment, reading one of the local papers I discovered.. my teacher died, I'm not sure yet what happened but I assume she must be in or close to her seventies. It makes me take a step back. Almost all of my teachers are dead now, definitely an uh ooh moment.
Anyway I have to tidy up, tomorrow a swarm of lesbians will descend upon the farm. Darn just when Debra went on holidays, I could have used some pointers.
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I'm guessing most of my teachers are dead too. I hope a couple of the mean nuns ended up in hell. Will we get to read about the adventures of the swarm of lesbians on the farm?
"tomorrow a swarm of lesbians will descend upon the farm" - damn, I was hoping for butterflies! you WILL tell us all about this, won't you?
In my head, all of my teachers are alive and well, teaching in the same schools. Only the schools are in the Twilight Zone. I loved my kindergarten teacher! She was blonde, blue-eyed and nice. Naps on towels, graham crackers and milk, finger painting. 1961. *Sigh*
I am reasonably sure, that for a farm, a swarm of lesbians is a lot better than locusts or some such. As you can see, I'm still working on my positivity.
Surprisingly, I think about that too, from time to time, that all the teachers I had both in school and college are dead. That's okay. Denying death doesn't really get you anywhere, it's not going to give you more time. "uh-oh" not a bad thing, though most of the time I tend to say "shit."
Lesbyterians swarming the farm? Is it time for the Beaver Dam Dance Hoedown already!?!?!? Seems just like yesterday.
And speaking of back to school, my mother regaled her back to school story she does every year. When she first took me to pre-school, she took me in, and dropped me off and left quick. She said to herself she wouldn't look back. But of course she did, and there I was, a tiny little thing, looking out this huge window, in wonder where she was going. She told when she saw me in the window, she just broke down and cried. It broke her heart to leave me after being together since I was born. But she went back to work after I hit 4. I was told once out of sight, I went in and started mingling with the others kids and wondered why she was back hours later to pick me up. Boy, even then I could do a good guilt card.
Wasn't kindergarten invented in 1840? Did it really take you that long to graduate to high school?
I hope you have a good time with the lesbians. Is your sister holding a party or is this your doing? In either case you should ask them to recommend eligible bachelors for you to date. Lesbians are well-connected and know these things.
You are very funny! My mother was the first mother on the block to wear a minidress, back in 1965, and now she's really OLD and decrepit and I have to go to Florida to make sure she keeps up appearances (I take her out to get her hair done). And the kids that I went to high school with, who were fantasizing about becoming rock stars and actors and artists, are retiring now, probably from careers in insurance and real estate.
From what my sources tell me, every lesbian has a crush on Suranne Jones and all they want to talk about is Gentleman Jack.
Ohh you’re gonna have lesbians over? Fun! Make sure you ask all the right questions and provide them with booze.
And come to think of it, we always think out teachers will stay frozen in time, forever the way we last saw them. My kindergarten teacher was great and she instilled in me love for reading. I have no idea what’s happened to her.
I have not kept up with my classmates, though. Only one or three that I see in conferences some years...
XoXo
"swarm of lesbians"..... does that equate to a party of muff divers...... just curious
Richard, I banking on there not being a hell, May not go so good for me if there is! I'm going to guess that your teachers are probably all dead as well.
Anne Marie, turned out to be just a visit.
Deedles, that's something I intentionally do as well, forget that people have aged since I was in school. I remember seeing a woman from my high school and thinking she looks forty, then at the time I realized.. she was forty! Lol
Dave, I think it's like being on a conveyer belt and each generation is a box, when you start to see the boxes in front of you fall off, then "oh shh"!
Maddie, at least that is better than if you saw your mother running away, clicking her heels while jumping for joy! Lol
Lurky, 1840? I don't know, you were there, you tell me?
We just had a nice visit.
I will have to ask about those names, I'm not familiar with them.
I found the kids who were sensible went on to do sensible things with their lives and the kids who were careless, are called grandma and grandpa already!
Sorry this is a reply to Vivian.
Sixpence, yes frozen in time, I do that all the time as well.
I often see classmates from my country high school because some remained in the area or return to see family. As for the city high school, I was friends with some for years but eventually everyone drifted away. I haven't seen any of those students in more than ten years. I never go to reunions, I was always on the outside of everything so it wouldn't make sense for me to go. I think most people from the city high school wouldn't remember me.
Tommy, I try not to think about that! :D
I should have asked for renovation tips.
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