At the Giants game Thursday I was sitting near a guy wearing a Nationals jersey and openly cheering for the away team. It was a smaller than usual crowd, but he was definitely the only guy I saw sporting a Nationals jersey. I started chatting with him and he turned out to be the father of Nyjer Morgan, the Nationals centerfielder. Several innings later I decided to inquire about the name of his son. He told me he has always been fascinated with the Niger River in Africa.
When I was in the elementary school (I think the 5th grade) we were learning about improper fractions. My teacher told us they were like Dolly Parton, “bigger on the top half than the bottom.” I wasn’t familiar with Dolly Parton, nor did I get the reference. I remember thinking she must have been a fat woman. Years later I understand the comparison, but am not sure why I remember the comment.
When I was in the 2nd grade during our singing time we learned a new song that in chorus repeatedly told us to “do it.” Some of the boys were giggling every time we sang the words “do it.” I didn’t get why that was funny. On my classmates filled me in, “You don’t know what it means to do it?” I said no. He then explained it to me. “Do it, means to fart.” I laughed with the other boys the rest of the song, and we never sang that song again.
When I was about that same age my mom’s cousin, Tim, taught us, “… an old Chinese Proverb. He who goes to bed with itchy butt, wakes up with smelly finger.” We told our mom knowing that she would not approve, but with amnesty, because an adult told us it. Anything an adult did was appropriate.
When I was in middle school on the bus coming back from a church trip one of the kids explained to another peer that I was a good kid and probably didn’t know what “69” meant. Then she did a demonstration with two stuffed animals that were on the bus with us. I understood.
Friday I did a lesson for my students on why they should not do drugs. I began the lesson with a quote from Chef from Southpark. "There's a time and a place for everything, and it's called college."
Yesterday, at my graduation, the guy that delivered the unnecessarily long benediction spoke with an accent. When he mentioned the great “fock-all-tee” of your department I listened to grown adults, who just finished post-graduate degrees, snicker behind me.
I guess as you get older you understand more. You begin to recognize what the adults in your life were saying, and what they were trying to teach you. And you even find yourself trying to teach similar things to the youth in your life. And farts are still funny.
If I sign onto my e-mail with the specific intent to send a certain e-mail to avoid forgetting I should send it before reading the new e-mails in my in-box.
“I wake up every morning determined both to change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning the day a little difficult.”
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