Me: "You used to teach Home Ec? How cool!" My mother would have LOVED for me to have taken home economics. Instead, I took drafting and art.
Retired Teacher: "Yep. Once I told the senior girls to each bring in a chicken and I would teach them how to cut it up and cook it. Several of the girls got off the bus with a live chicken." Double points to those of you who realized that only girls took this class. What the heck?! One of the main reasons I married my husband was for his cooking skills and house cleaning abilities!
Me: "Oh, wow! What did you do?" Because what WOULD you do with live chickens running around the school?
Retired Teacher: "Well, the Ag Teacher and I showed them how to wring the necks of the chickens. And then we cleaned them and cut them up to get ready to cook them." Oh. Of course!
Me: "Well. No, they aren't. But parents aren't like they used to be either." What was I supposed to say? We weren't even talking about misbehaving students.
Retired Teacher: "Amen to that." I love when realizations bring about a religious experience.
Insert awkward silence.
Me: "I think I need to go help out at the bar." Because apparently I suck at good come backs.
In an effort to be more like my friend, Michel, I am sitting here blogging when in less than an hour I am supposed to be picking up my assistant principal to head to a conference. I haven't filled up the car with gas. And I still haven't packed or gotten dressed. See? I needed some cheesecake!