Due to the fact that teachers are so grossly overpaid in our society, many educators feel the need to take on a second job to fill the countless hours of empty time that we find ourselves with once the bell rings and the children go home. Wouldn't that be a perfect world? Aside from the endless hours and duties I have taken on with my chosen profession, I tutor kids in my "spare" time. I actually quite enjoy this extra job, as it allows me to work with much older kids and a higher level of math. What can I say, I am a total math geek!
The 12-year-old girl I work with also happens to be a competitive, state-ranked gymnast. On top of being a straight A student, she trains a minimum of 5 hours per day in the gym. Due to a schedule that I think most adults would have a hard time juggling, she doesn't have much time to indulge in all of the things that the average 12-year-old girl would. That being said, she has always presented herself as a very innocent girl. Not into boys yet, doesn't like makeup or girlie things, likes Disney channel, etc.
This last Sunday, I was working with her on solving equations for a given variable. Once we finished our work, I hopped in the "Mom Mini-Van" with her, her mother (who also happens to be a close friend), and another close friend. We took her to gym and the three of us commenced in what is typically/stereotypically referred to as the "Girls' Day Out." Lunch, pedicures, make-up, bookstore, shoe shopping, and so on. These are things that I usually never get to do, so I was taking full advantage of the day. If you are lucky enough to catch the three of us together, we are quite a sight to behold. We frequently command the attention of the various strangers that are unfortunate/fortunate enough to be in our presence. I would say we are worse than frat boys who have recently joined the navy and have no respect for their mothers. The sad thing is, that I am really not exaggerating.
After many hours of goofing off and laughing so hard that we frequently found ourselves causing a very large scene wherever we happened to be, we went to pick her daughter up from practice. We were all quite hungry from the activities of the day, so we decided to stop for dinner. We continued to have a good time, but cleaning it up enough for 12-year-old ears. However, it was at this moment that the 12-year-old decided to step up to the likes of our ranks. She asked if she could tell me a joke. This very innocent girl of 12 told me the following little witticism...
Say the word 'addicted' after everything I say...
Food... addicted
Chocolate... addicted
Alcohol... addicted
Shoes... addicted
Shopping... addicted
Gambling... addicted
What hit you in the head last night?
I couldn't even utter the word "addicted" as I was struggling to catch my breath from the absolute hysterics that I was thrown into. Her mother gasped, screamed, and asked her, "Do you even know what that means!" My other friend just screamed in general and joined me in the labored exasperation of the battle between oxygen and laughter. All of a sudden, this young (and I will remind you... "innocent") girl became quite embarrassed of our outbursts and proclaimed that she would never be seen with us in public again.
Just on a total side note... we were at Macaroni Grill where the tables are covered with paper so you can draw on them with crayons. I know you can only imagine what our tablescape looked like as we left the restaurant. :)
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