--and I also thought pennies were legal tender.
If you're saying, "huh?" at this point, that's because you've never read Jen's Journey as a Conservative Chic, from the wilds of New Jersey, which rambles in the most interesting ways.
Pennies, Prank Gone Wrong starts with a school district's over-reaction to a middle-school prank/protest about shorter lunch hour and moves into what happens when a parent starts having significant misgivings about her child's teacher:
The post is not only thought-provoking and well-written, it takes an approach that not a few Delaware bloggers could profitably learn from.
Unless you actually know Jen personally, there is no way you could ever identify the teacher or the school
(By the way, apropos of nothing, the cat sleeping on the bed beside me where I'm writing on this laptop just farted. You know, cat farts can really clear out a room. OK, back to your regularly scheduled blog....)
So the school won't be receiving torrents of emails and phone calls based on one parent-teacher relationship gone wrong.
Anybody over there (and you know where you are) listening?
If you're saying, "huh?" at this point, that's because you've never read Jen's Journey as a Conservative Chic, from the wilds of New Jersey, which rambles in the most interesting ways.
Pennies, Prank Gone Wrong starts with a school district's over-reaction to a middle-school prank/protest about shorter lunch hour and moves into what happens when a parent starts having significant misgivings about her child's teacher:
Oh, and why I don't like the teacher.......I went in and helped with a class project. I don't have a lot of time to help in Anthony's class so I eagerly agreed. Each group was making some kinda desert for a program the next day. So I brought in my bowls, spoons and all the ingredients. I had to make these chocolate nut clusters. Well, everyone knows that I can't cook to save my life, but it was for the kids, so......I read the directions and went to work. My first direction was to melt all the chocolate chips. So I proceeded to put the bowl in the microwave (which she also said to use) and melt the chips. Somewhere that went wrong. They didn't melt. They turned to this thick mush and then started burning. I have no idea what exactly went wrong, I stirred it, I watched it, but in the end it was just a bunch of half melted burnt chips. So when I went in to tell the teacher that it did not come out right, she proceeded to tell me.....Are you ready for this?
I don't know what you could have possibly done wrong. We've done this recipe for many years and no one has ever gotten it wrong before. I already felt guilty and like a complete schmuck, so I offered to buy some and send them in the next day. She then told me that they had plenty of food, that wasn't the problem. It was that the kids would be so, so (and she used to so's) disappointed that they won't have anything made by them for the show tomorrow. I apologized to the kids and told them I was really sorry. The kids just laughed. They took it better than she did. I guess I really shouldn't have expected anything different, cause she seemed to have a bug up her ass since the first day of school.
The post is not only thought-provoking and well-written, it takes an approach that not a few Delaware bloggers could profitably learn from.
Unless you actually know Jen personally, there is no way you could ever identify the teacher or the school
(By the way, apropos of nothing, the cat sleeping on the bed beside me where I'm writing on this laptop just farted. You know, cat farts can really clear out a room. OK, back to your regularly scheduled blog....)
So the school won't be receiving torrents of emails and phone calls based on one parent-teacher relationship gone wrong.
Anybody over there (and you know where you are) listening?
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