I was by myself in the commons the other day when a fourth grade boy came through a set of double doors. Out of nowhere he says, “Mr. Stagg! You should come to my birthday party.”
“I can’t go to your birthday party.”
“Why not?”
“Well, where is it?”
“Hooters.”
“I’ll be there.”
This kid knows what’s up.
At my school I teach a theatre appreciation class. I began this class by teaching about Greek tragedy. Within this unit I was telling the story of Aeschylus’s trilogy The Oresteia. The Greek god Apollo is talked about in this piece of work. In my style of teaching, I’ll stop my lecture and answer a question from the students. I get excited when certain students raise their hand because I know the question will not be academically intelligent. This was exactly the case on two occasions when I called on this person (who, by the way, is a certified space cadet).
Now, I said earlier that Apollo was mentioned.
The question was, “Isn’t Apollo that place where people sing and dance?”
“Why yes (student’s name). It is. But that’s not even close to what we’re talking about.”
I’ll continue by letting you know that this student was not asking these questions to be funny. This student was completely genuine, which makes it all the more funny for me.
Two days later I’m reviewing with the class and the god Apollo was mentioned again and she raises her hand again.
“Yes?”
“Isn’t Apollo that guy that Rocky fought?”
I wish it was Apollo Creed that was in a trial against Athena defending Orestes’ decision to kill his mother because she killed his father after he sacrificed his daughter to stop a storm. It would make the play even crazier.
Today I was discussing my refereeing situation over Yahoo Messenger—my not having a phone situation made talking over IM necessary—with my boss. Now, this boss is not the boss of my school. This boss is Justin from my brother’s work. He’s the one who schedules my games for the Rice intramural sports program. (I’m a referee.) I just let let him know the deal–my phone’s dead, hit me up somewhere else–he replied with the gayest typo ever:
“Ok sweety”
“Sorry dude. Totally didn’t mean to put that y on the end there. That was the gayest typo I’ve ever written.”
You’re right, Justin. That was the gayest typo ever.
Also, a student told me a joke today. “Hey, I learned how to spell addition today. It’s A-D-D—Hey! I’m ADD.”
Thanks John.
I feel like introductions are trite. I’m just going to go right ahead and let you know some things that happened to me at school.