“I teach preschool.”

February 10, 2007

Lauren, School

Spin, Spin as fast as you can!

This post is in honor of Brad’s comment at the doctor, “I teach middle school.”  You can read about it here, but I warn you – it’s graphic!  Being a teacher grants you a license to do anything weird.  We get free stuff from McDonald’s – straws, boxes, juice, donations of all kinds, and MRI results.  (When my dentist had finished making my crown, he handed me the plaster casts of my teeth. “Here, you teach preschool.”)  With such power come responsibility, so it’s important not to abuse it.

Last week during the Day of Fun, I took a giant cookie into the mall to have it’s picture taken on the merry-go-round.  (This was a cookie my class made back in November – he was a ‘runner’.  When we went to check the oven – he was gone!!  Oh no!  We made a bunch of ‘Missing’ posters, but he hasn’t shown up yet.  Since so much time has gone by, and they keep asking me about it, I thought that perhaps he had gone on some ‘adventures’ and would send us some postcards.)  Lloyd thought I was crazy, and that the people at the merry-go-round would think I was crazy, but all I had to say was, “I teach preschool.  Could you put this on the bench so I could take its picture?”  Without blinking an eye, the girls said, “Sure!” 

Ah, it’s fun doing weird things.

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Lauren Sommerer is a preschool teacher who likes to build prototypes, grow cats, cook things once, save money, reduce, reuse and recycle.

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5 Responses to ““I teach preschool.””

  1. Beth Said on:

    I hope you get a piture of G.B. Man outside in a hat next to a snow-ginger-man…that would be hilarious!
    And bring him along tomorrow for a shot of him being a helpful citizen painting the walls of some Hurrican Katrina survivors…HA! I love it!


  2. Peggy Said on:

    Please keep us posted on G.B’s travels as well … Did you know that there is a paper G.B. man floating around out there for adults. You are supposed to take him somewhere with you, record what you do,& pass it on. The goal is to see how far G.B. travels. Martha (another teacher at BLS) I think had him once & took him to Washington DC … literally. We are a weird bunch, aren’t we?


    • Lauren Said on:

      I am familiar with the paper version -- Flat Stanley is his name! He’s based on a bizzare story where a boy has his bulletin board fall on him in bed and it smashes him flat. He has verious advertures, including being mailed around the country. (If you do a Google search he’ll show up with Clint Eastwood at the Oscards and with Bill O’Reily being interviewed.)

      Who sleeps with a bulletin board over their bed? I mean, really?


      • Brad Said on:

        Wouldn’t that just kill you? But if you WERE smashed flat and survived, wouldn’t the government be interested in how that happened? They could make a whole army of flat spies… spies who could slip under doors, be mailed to foreign embassies… the possibilities! Maybe the GOVERNMENT smashed Stanely! Oh, no! Delete this comment before they read this. I don’t want to be taken… not again!


  3. Annette Said on:

    Hey little fella, watch out for that tail’s exhaust!


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