I'm not going to go into the same things again and again, and that was the reality of the next few days. Living with my wife was exciting because you were never sure what she was going to do next. It was fun. The strange part is when it came to life Marsha lacked spontaneity, everything had to be organized and on a list to be checked off as completed, and the list needed to be completed on the day it was formed. My lifestyle was anathema to her as I am a go with the flow kind of person that starts in one direction and just moves with the situations in front of me. I might have a mental list but it is not firm nor does it have a need to be completed. On the other hand Marsha would come up with great fun choices on the spur of the moment and get me into it in response. Marsha was a consummate professional as an educator, but as an example on one Valentines Day during first period class my door opened and in walked a student with a valentine for me form Marsha. I thought it was nice but no response needed. Next period the door opened and in walked a student with a valentine, as they left in came another, and so forth until each of her students had placed a valentine on my desk. Third period the door opened and in walked a group of students carrying a huge valentine. Fourth period was my free period and time for a response so I wrote a provocative love letter to her which said things that were not bad to read in class but I knew would embarrass her to read it. I walked in and dropped it on her desk and the students having heard about the earlier day started chanting for her to read it and she did until she got a little way in and turned red from head to toe. Fifth period as I was teaching the door opened and in came some students pushing a flat rolling cart with a big box on it all decorated with valentine symbols. As it got the front of the room up out of the box jumped Marsha with a carnation in her teeth. I should have known better than to try and get even. The kids started chanting kiss her kiss her kiss her so I turned red and did. As Marsha was being rolled back toward her room the box tipped off the cart and she skidded across the floor. It was not constant but those moments were exciting. I kept her looser and more spontaneous in one way and she made my serious nature relax and let my no hair down at others. She indeed brought exciting things.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Exciting Things
I'm not going to go into the same things again and again, and that was the reality of the next few days. Living with my wife was exciting because you were never sure what she was going to do next. It was fun. The strange part is when it came to life Marsha lacked spontaneity, everything had to be organized and on a list to be checked off as completed, and the list needed to be completed on the day it was formed. My lifestyle was anathema to her as I am a go with the flow kind of person that starts in one direction and just moves with the situations in front of me. I might have a mental list but it is not firm nor does it have a need to be completed. On the other hand Marsha would come up with great fun choices on the spur of the moment and get me into it in response. Marsha was a consummate professional as an educator, but as an example on one Valentines Day during first period class my door opened and in walked a student with a valentine for me form Marsha. I thought it was nice but no response needed. Next period the door opened and in walked a student with a valentine, as they left in came another, and so forth until each of her students had placed a valentine on my desk. Third period the door opened and in walked a group of students carrying a huge valentine. Fourth period was my free period and time for a response so I wrote a provocative love letter to her which said things that were not bad to read in class but I knew would embarrass her to read it. I walked in and dropped it on her desk and the students having heard about the earlier day started chanting for her to read it and she did until she got a little way in and turned red from head to toe. Fifth period as I was teaching the door opened and in came some students pushing a flat rolling cart with a big box on it all decorated with valentine symbols. As it got the front of the room up out of the box jumped Marsha with a carnation in her teeth. I should have known better than to try and get even. The kids started chanting kiss her kiss her kiss her so I turned red and did. As Marsha was being rolled back toward her room the box tipped off the cart and she skidded across the floor. It was not constant but those moments were exciting. I kept her looser and more spontaneous in one way and she made my serious nature relax and let my no hair down at others. She indeed brought exciting things.
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I laughed out loud reading this post!!! I can only imagine how excited your students were in those classes!!
ReplyDeleteI loved hearing this story, this summer. It still makes me smile! I can see the two of you, red & silly, kissing in front of all those super-silly & surprised kiddos!
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