Saturday, October 9, 2010

SCABS AND SCHOOL

First things first~I have a scab under my nose that I can't stop picking at. Don't judge me, I just needed it to be your burden, too. Here, go ahead, take it. No, really, take it. Thank you. I feel better now.

So the other night, I read aloud for the whole family, "It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown". I even held up the book to show them the pictures, on account of I learned that routine from my own experiences teaching school, ages four through eight~my age, not theirs.

Remember playing school? Loved it. I made sure I was always the art teacher, while my older sister, Nicki, was the spelling teacher. For some reason, it always ended with them (two younger siblings) begging and sobbing to go learn spelling, which was really, really dumb, "because art is WAY better than spelling, you stupid kids!" And I shoved them in that direction, where Nicki lovingly scooped them up and they all whispered together while casting furtive glances in my general direction.

WAS IT MY FAULT THEY DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO DRAW AN APPLE THE RIGHT WAY? I don't think so, people. So let's not go shooting the messenger here. Gads.

Anyway, I've changed. I'm more patient now. And to prove it, just re-read that first paragraph about the scab I won't let heal. All because of my tremendous growth in that area.

Lesson learned. (pick, pick, pull...CRAP!)

15 comments:

T said...

I'm a volunteer art teacher at my kids' school now... well, thankfully not very often because I had to keep saying "now is the time that our scissors are on the desk and our eyes are on me"... and feeling like a complete moron.

Kara Elmore said...

A WORD TO THE WISE ... do not bring up hurtful memories for your younger sister to read and REMEMBER how horrible those school moments were!!!!! And this is the same thing as trying to teach my husband how to hold a camera ... "NO - SERIOUSLY - not that ANGLE - NO that's horrid. WHY won't you LISTEN? NO - seriously. stop it." Some people can't learn no matter how well you teach. But that wasn't the case w/ me when I was younger. It was you. I was afraid of you. Have I mentioned that before? Maybe that's why I don't like apples now??

Natalie said...

But look how you have changed. Now you are a beloved Sister, Aunt, Sister-in-law, friend.

Chris laughed and said the wounds are still too tender to talk about. No wonder he refuses to play school with the girls.. thanks Lisa! No wondered it has only been me trying to stay awake during the role call. :)

Holly said...

I remember my big sis and bro playing school with me. I started kindergarten knowing it ALL!!! HAH!! They didn't know WHAT to DO with me!! BWAHAHAHA!!!

I'm glad you've overcame this mountain in your path and bless your family with quality reading time. ;p

((HUGS))

Kim Lovell said...

Just wanted to say how much I love your "voice". Your writing sounds just like you and I am always entertained whether reading or talking with you. I think that your blog is a wonderful uplift. Go get 'em girl.

Cherie said...

You are so funny! I would love an hour in your head just to see how your brain works - Totally LOVE your blog!

If you ever figure out how to quit picking that scab let me know cause I have one on my arm that I pick too without ever realizing it!

Lisa said...

I just love all you friends of mine. Somebody has earned a box of Chiclets! :)

Natalie said...

just checking to see if the post works. :)

The Martos Fudge said...

Lisa... I always loved to play school. However I was all the teachers. I even taught the neighbor boy, who was 3 years older than me. But hey he wanted to play, and we ALWAYS played by MY rules. Hey about the scab, I have quite a few of them, you know from the zit pills I take. Well Not only do I pick them but my daughter already has the itch too. She picks at my scabs. Poor thing, I guess it's on the blood. Love your posts, you always make me laugh.

See Mom Smile said...

You can be my art teacher anytime. And, quit picking, it will scar.

.E. said...

bahahahahaha I love you

Jackie said...

I am the worst speller ever. When I was teaching middle school and writing the kids spelling words (it was Special Ed) on the board I always spelled them wrong. Idiot.

cindy-stitches-n-stuff.blogspot.com said...

Thank for being you, I needed that!

hugs and kisses
cindy@stitches

Krista said...

You should hide that scab under your nose with a bandaid because they hide things so well. Kind of like when I had chicken pox REALLY bad on my face and I thought Calamine Lotion would work like foundation.

reasonably chubby said...

Haha! I loved playing school too--I would try to be a nice teacher but my little brother and sister would beg me to be 'mean' so I had to oblige...my pleasure. :)