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Me: I'm sorry, I forgot to bring something from home for Show and Tell. Here (digging in my pocket) you can see a photo from my phone, if you like. I have a picture of my parents, of some of the kids I taught in Thailand, of this Incan-
Students: (Interrupting) Show us Jason!
Me: Jason?
Students: Yeah! Show us Jason!
(Note: They collectively forgot 40% of their theater vocabulary words over the summer, but this they retain with perfect clarity.)
Me: Um, okay then. Here. (Flipping through the pictures) Here's a picture of him in Turkey. (I hand my phone to the student next to me. They instantly flock around it.)
Various Girls: Aww!
Cody (a girl): He looks like a goob!
Students: (chuckle)
Me: What's a goob?
Cody: You know... a goob.
Me: (looks confused)
Cody: Like Zach. (points at Zach)
Zach: (nods)
[JJD: Wait, no one else knows what Zach's like! The Urban Dictionary uses the words "awkward and weird," "peanut head," and "ridiculous" in defining "goob," though. Poor Zach!]
Me: No, he's not a goob.
[JJD: Whew!!]
Kailey: Yeah. He looks more like a nerd. That's okay though, Ms. Waterhouse.
Me: (Thinking about it) I'm actually probably more nerdy than he is.
[JJD: They only believed that because they don't know about the 11 bottles of fountain pen ink sitting in my drawer.]
Alana: Tell us about him!
Randy: Yeah, it's Show and Tell. Tell us about him.
Me: What do you want to know?
Alana: Where did you meet him?
Me: At a dance in college.
Katie: What does he do?
Me: He's a lawyer.
Students: A lawyer?
Kailey: Oh, then he's not a nerd. Lawyers are, like, hardcore.
[JJD: This one should get an A.]
Cody: Yeah, they're real.
[JJD: True. But are we hot like vampires and werewolves? Hard to say...]
Ali: You should invite him to Homecoming!
Steven: Call him up right now and ask him.
Bri: We'll pay for his plane ticket!
[JJD: Because that wouldn't be awkward.]
Me: He's a work right now.
Zach: So are you! Call him!
Kailey: At least get married to him, Ms. Waterhouse.
Me: We're just friends.
Cody: That can change.
Kate: Yeah, what if he was, like, dying and he then he like, realized that he loved you, and then he called you up and was all like (in a deep voice), "Miss Waterhouse, I'm dying. I love you. Let's get married."
Everyone: (Laughs)
Me: (Laughing too) I like how you think he calls me "Miss Waterhouse," Kate.
[JJD: Looks like somebody's got a new blog alias!]
Students (including Kate): (Laugh)Me: Yes, and I call him "Mr. Davis."
Katie and Alana: Like Mr. Darcy!
Katie: He could be your Mr. Darcy, Miss Waterhouse.
[JJD: I like the casting choice, but this is never going to work unless I have an adequate Pemberly, complete with a pond that I can be climbing out of (in dripping trowsers and undershirt) just when Miss Waterhouse arrives...]
And... scene.
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I probably should have commented on Amanda's original post, but this conversation makes me love you both the more for it. Ah! Highschool!
Dear Mr. Darcy... er....
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