Every Friday morning on the way to school my kids and I pump our fists back and forth in excitement. It's the Friday Pump. My kids loved it when they were a bit littler. Now they begrudgingly, half-heartedly pump their arms with an occasional eye roll thrown in. But I know they would miss it if we didn't do the Friday Pump. It's a tradition.
I didn't make it up. One of my teachers growing up used to do it. Mr. Hodgins was the cool, hip youngish teacher in middle school. He wore skinny hot pink ties. Remember it was the eighties. Mr. Hodgins taught health and gym. He was energetic and interested and made class fun. He definitely was cool, and not in a creepy young male teacher way.
Cool teacher clip: Love Jack Black's Math Song from School of Rock.
Can't have a post about school and teachers without the Happy Days "Pump Your Blood" song. Classic (annoying, campy, but oh so classic).
Mr. Hodgins ended up moving up to the high school and taught typing. Isn't that funny that we had typing classes? My five year old can type better than I could as a freshman in high school.
It's funny what we remember from school and teachers.
I can remember every elementary school teacher I had. I remember that Mrs. Pearson was such a kind kindergarten teacher and had a piano in our room. I remember that my fourth grade teacher was awesome even if he disturbingly told me my smile was "sexy." I remember my fifth grade teacher was the first divorced teacher I had and the first person I knew that went by "Ms."
Now with three of my four children in elementary school, I have a whole new appreciation for teachers. And after volunteering in the classroom (very sporadically), I've come to believe that teachers are undoubtedly special kind of people. Especially ones that have their own families---how in the hell do they have patience for that? I volunteer for two hours, use up all my niceness on those kids and end up yelling at my own later that day. Lesson here is good thing I'm not anyone's teacher.
What I know for sure is that I am grateful for good teachers. The end.
Here are a few other things I know for sure (this week):
JT is the cutest catcher in all of the baseball world. The whole damn baseball world, I swear.
Although Wade's pretty damn cute too.
I am not one of those moms that gets dolled up to drop their kid off at the school car loop. In fact, I look like a bad mug shot after a night of partying, all bleary eyed and like I don't know what the hell is happening.
I am not proud of this, it's just something I know for sure.
Mud pies are awesome.
I was reminded recently how much I love the classic La Bouche song "Be My Lover." C'mon you know you love it too.
I didn't make it up. One of my teachers growing up used to do it. Mr. Hodgins was the cool, hip youngish teacher in middle school. He wore skinny hot pink ties. Remember it was the eighties. Mr. Hodgins taught health and gym. He was energetic and interested and made class fun. He definitely was cool, and not in a creepy young male teacher way.
Cool teacher clip: Love Jack Black's Math Song from School of Rock.
Can't have a post about school and teachers without the Happy Days "Pump Your Blood" song. Classic (annoying, campy, but oh so classic).
Mr. Hodgins ended up moving up to the high school and taught typing. Isn't that funny that we had typing classes? My five year old can type better than I could as a freshman in high school.
It's funny what we remember from school and teachers.
I can remember every elementary school teacher I had. I remember that Mrs. Pearson was such a kind kindergarten teacher and had a piano in our room. I remember that my fourth grade teacher was awesome even if he disturbingly told me my smile was "sexy." I remember my fifth grade teacher was the first divorced teacher I had and the first person I knew that went by "Ms."
Now with three of my four children in elementary school, I have a whole new appreciation for teachers. And after volunteering in the classroom (very sporadically), I've come to believe that teachers are undoubtedly special kind of people. Especially ones that have their own families---how in the hell do they have patience for that? I volunteer for two hours, use up all my niceness on those kids and end up yelling at my own later that day. Lesson here is good thing I'm not anyone's teacher.
What I know for sure is that I am grateful for good teachers. The end.
Here are a few other things I know for sure (this week):
JT is the cutest catcher in all of the baseball world. The whole damn baseball world, I swear.
I am not one of those moms that gets dolled up to drop their kid off at the school car loop. In fact, I look like a bad mug shot after a night of partying, all bleary eyed and like I don't know what the hell is happening.
I am not proud of this, it's just something I know for sure.
Mud pies are awesome.
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| I love how Lucy decorated them. And how you can see toe prints in one. |
Wade is no joke when it comes to cars and his "set ups."
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| I feel like this picture is album cover worthy or the lead picture for a magazine story on baby addiction to Matchbox. |
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Your posts are so...familiar, so real. Thanks for sharing. :)
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