I Know My Parents Wanted to Kill Me

Hello all!  It's been a while since I posted.  Although I am on break, something inspired me to post today.  I received a copy of my college transcripts today.  I was looking through them and started reminiscing about those wonderful college days.  Then I remembered that I never really picked up a book to study!  I spent my first semester of college partying and being fresh.  I still managed to finish that first semester with all C's!  The rest of my college career was all B's!  How I managed to do that without studying is beyond me.  Then I thought...What if I had actually picked up a book and studied???  Can you imagine what I really could have done?  I am currently kicking myself in the butt for being so stupid and not realizing my full potential.  My transcript story leads us into today's post and it's all about ME!  Hope you enjoy!

When I was in the 6th grade, my grades started to fall and I began to slack off in school.  To this day, I am not very sure why this was happening.  It could be attributed to the fact that I switched to a prep school when I started 6th grade.  They had me take an entrance exam to get into a very prestigious prep school and I BOMBED their test.  Needless to say, the school did not want me.  My parents refused to accept that I couldn't perform and had someone from the school's child study team re-administer the test.  The results were that I was very capable of getting into that school.  However my parents were afraid they would put unnecessary pressure on me and opted to try another school. 

We tried another prep school and I got in.  However, I was not performing at the level my parents expected of me.  My parents were very concerned and couldn't understand why their honor roll student was now slacking off.  So like any concerned parent, they decided to have the child study team at my school evaluate me.  For my parents began to believe that something was seriously wrong with me.  The team evaluated me and found that nothing was wrong with me and that I was actually above average and that there is absolutely no reason why I could not perform academically. 

So basically...we can say that I did the work when I was in the mood.  I understand now why my parents wanted to skin me alive every time they went to conferences or saw a report card.  Now that I'm a teacher and a parent, I would want to beat me too!  I don't like to brag or toot my own horn, but I guess I'm kinda smart, heh?  Too bad it took me so long to figure it out.

On a side note...Today may be my last post on the Daley Laugh.  I'm going to continue writing them, I just won't be posting them online anymore (until I consult with an attorney).  With all these teachers getting sued and suspended for posting things online, I'm kinda shook.  My salary and benefits are very important to me and I need them.  Hopefully, if everything works out I will be back and in full effect.  If I can't post online, then look for my book when it comes out.  You'll all be invited to my book signing and I will definitely dedicate it to all of you who supported me.  Thanks for the words of encouragement and support! YOU'RE SUCH A STAR!

The @$&# You Cussin' Fo!

I've been meaning to post this for quite some time.  However, I've been really tired, then I had the cooties...but now I'm all better and in the mood to share another Daley Laugh with you.  Those of you who are faithful followers of my blog are quite familiar with Little Anthony and his daddy.  Well, if you enjoyed "It's Not That Serious", then you will definitely enjoy today's story.

Apparently Little Anthony is quite the potty mouth.  Of course, he thinks I was born last night and haven't quite figured out that he is the Andrew Dice Clay of my class.  I have to give it to him though, he waits until there is no adult present to curse the kids out.  Well, I pretty much figured this was a habit he picked up at home.  I assumed it was an older sibling since I know he has one in high school.  Well, I was wrong...;ight was shed on the mystery of Anthony's potty mouth.

I pick up my class in the morning to find Little Anthony's father cussin at him like a grown man!  I clutched my pearls and quickly ushered the children up the stairs.  I was floored at that moment but figured it couldn't get any worse.  Well...I was wrong.  I come to find out that prior to me picking up my class, Little Anthony got in trouble for cursing.  Well, his father decided that he would reprimand him and correct his behavior by sayin this...

"The f&%@ is wrong wit u!  What the f&%@ you cussin' fo?!?!?! You still actin' f#$%in crazy?!?!?!"  I'm sure you get my drift.  In order to correct the child's potty mouth, I guess it makes sense to curse him out for having a potty mouth! 

Everytime I think I have seen/heard it all, something else happens and reminds me that I'm barely scratching the surface.