Tuesday, May 30, 2000 in I Forgot To Pick A Category

teens bribe me

Side note:
Today was a chilly day, but by the time I was done at the school I was good and warm. With all these temperature changes you’d think I was menopausal or something.

For the past four weeks or so I’ve been volunteering one afternoon of my time to help the 8th grade class make shorts.

Good thing the teacher called a lot of moms to help. I think there’s at least six of us there. And there’s *still* kids wandering around going, “What am I supposed to be doing?” Never mind that the teacher herself has no clue how to sew on a button, let alone a whole pair of shorts.

I am having a fun time, though. Today one of my assigned kids finished her shorts within seconds of the last bell. The determination she had to get finished, and the delight on her face when she pranced around in the finished pair was just…. almost… enough to make me want to teach.

Not that I’m *not* teaching, I mean teach in a school setting of some kind. And I said almost.

Anyway, I was showing one of the boys how to press up his hem when he mentioned how he’d been fishing. I love fish! I mean, I grew up in a seafarin’ town (okay, city) and a week without fish just leaves me craving. So I’m pining for fish a lot. I usually feel like having it on Fridays, too, and I’m not even Catholic.
So Joe tells me, with a glint in his eye, that if I press up his hem for him (“You can do it so much faster than me, and we’re almost out of time!”) he’ll catch me some fish and bring it round to my house, since he lives nearby.

So I pressed his hem, of course.

Next week is the last week, and my one student who has the least amount finished is the one who has absolutely no aptitude in this department whatever. The good thing is now I can give him some undivided attention. He’s come a long way, which means he’s at least learning something.

And that makes it all worthwhile.