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[ Thread ][ Subject ][ Author ][ Date ]Pat Duncan
Wed, 23 Dec 1998 00:08:55 -0800
In my first years of teaching at a junior high, I would bring my hot coffee
in a thermos and drink it longingly just before class started at 8. Many
times students would come in early to work, visit, or keep warm. One
morning I was
drinking my coffee and trying to wake up when young Mark
came in and said, "Guess what happened to me last night, Miss Duncan."
I responded, "I don't have a clue, Mark."
He said, "I got balled."
Well, the coffee cup shock a LOT. I looked up into this innocent face. I
Mark repeated, "I got balled."
By now my career was passing before my eyes. (Its the teacher's fault, of
course.) I was in shock and really awake now.
He looked at me and made a pass over his hair with his hand. "I got a hair
cut, Miss Duncan, can't you tell? My dad practically scalped me."
And so it goes.