I do not. Need. Dental work.

Nothing too noteworthy has happened as of late, mostly
because I’ve been busy transitioning to teaching without technology since my computer
and projector are still down.  It’s kind
of fun, pretending that I’m teaching in pioneer times– I haven’t channeled Laura
Ingalls Wilder since childhood. (Okay, maybe since adolescence.  Okay, maybe any time my power goes out at
school or at home.)  But here is a little
anecdote about Nutella, state testing, the movie Bridesmaids, and me
being weird.
Testing season is already getting to me.
Earlier this week, my students took a practice test for the
state exam, which means that I had the same kids in my room all day in total
silence.  The way my room was set up for
testing, they all faced me at my desk as they ate their lunches and as I ate
mine.  If you’ve never had a classroom
full of people watch you as your eat your lunch, just know that it is PAINFULLY
weird having thirty sets of eyes eyeing you critically as you roll and eat your
Boar’s Head Blazin’ Buffalo deli turkey slices (so good, by the way).
After I had finished my lunch, I got out a spoon for my
standard post-lunch-spoonful-of-Nutella routine. One of them gasped.
“Miss, what is that?”
“Nutella.  It’s like
chocolate peanut butter kind of.  Stop
talking.”
“Ew, you just eat it like that? You’re weird.”
“STOP TALKING,” I repeated. 
I put about half the spoonful in my mouth.  Then I recreated one of my favorite scenes
from the movie Bridesmaids.
“I am not. Weird.” I said, with Nutella covering at least
three teeth.  They lost their minds and
we all lost the testing environment.
I should probably arrange to be absent for the real thing.
Love,
Teach