New School, New Bloopers

WARNING (for teachers): I am about to use the worst possible word imaginable.  More horrific that ANYthing ANY kid has said in your classroom EVER.

In-service.

For my non-teacher followers (all 2 (or fewer) of you), in-services are the equivalent of double root canal surgeries WITHOUT pain killers.  They are long, drawn out “trainings” which usually only partially pertain to something that you may one day attempt.   Scene set?  Good.

In an attempt to stay awake, I pulled my Android out.  First mistake.  Why you ask?  Because it allows me to access things like theonion.com.  The Onion is responsible for ah-mazing stories like the one that had me chuckling yesterday: Notre Dame Stays Competitive, Falls Short In Intra-Squad Scrimmage.  Sadly, as the story suggests, "Notre Dame is off to its worst start since 2010." But I digress.

I switched schools this year, and presently I work with a local celebrity.  One would think that with having a father that is also considered a local celebrity; this novelty would be practically non-existent.  (Again, I emphasize that you would THINK.)

In my mind, since we now work together, he HAS to accept my friend request on Facebook.  I login to Facebook.  Second mistake.  A failed attempt to search for him on Facebook results in my status being HIS NAME.  No biggie, I will just delete.  BUT I CAN’T.  Frantically I change my status to “HIS NAME” followed by “is in my in-service; so cool!”  But it is NOT COOL.  Because at this point I look like a stalker.  AND I CANNOT DELETE EITHER POST.  Nervously, I began laughing hysterically.  The sweet teacher beside me tried to help.  She was unsuccessful.  (But she had never heard of The Onion, so I really wasn’t holding my breath.)  I started to perspire, heavily.  Finally, by the GRACE OF GOD, I figured out how to delete the posts, accidently of course.

So today, this "celebrity" comes in my classroom to discuss a common student.  I used the opportunity to relay the story to him, dismissively.  Fortunately he laughed then noted, “I don’t have a Facebook page.”

Bullet dodged.

But more importantly, WHO doesn’t have a Facebook page?