There are days when I love the world. Filled with crazy people doing crazy things, there are pockets of warmth also. And it is these little pockets that I drink up like a starved man, like a little chick huddling by a warm vent, aching-like, like a lover touching their love for the first time. Dramatic some? Maybe. Don’t tell me you don’t know what I mean.
The silliest pocket of warmth I’ll share here. Along with some funny student stories because God knows I need to share some joy.
I’m teaching a proportions unit in my class. I thought it would be cool to compare it to real-world stuff, so I’m having them guess how many packets of sugar (like the kind you find in Starbucks) are in certain different products. It’ll require them to find out how many grams of sugar are in various products (including serving sizes) and how many grams of sugar are in a packet of sugar (4 grams.) I already had them guess how many grams are in a bottle of Sprite. All of them were shocked. Anyway, I made a quick run to the local 7-11 and asked them if they had any packets of sugar. The lady told me I could grab whatever I needed from their coffee area. Even gave me a little shopping bag to dump them in.
And that, my friends, is all it took today. To warm me up just a little.
Anyway, I told my students a silly joke the other day. One of my students thought he’d work it into a pickup line. With bright eyes, he said, “Hey, Ms. S–! Guess what! Do you want to hear a pickup line I made from that?”
Me: Sure, Daniel. Lay it on me.
Student: Are you from Jamaica? Cuz… you’re Jamaican me…….. crazy. (silence for a bit) Don’t laugh at me like that Ms. S–. I new halfway through the joke that I messed it up, ok?!
Me: (still laughing)
Student: OK, how about this? Are you from Tennessee? Because you are the only 10-I-See. Haha! Get it?
Me: I’d lead with that one instead of the “you’re Jamaican” one.
Today, I think about the love I’ve seen. I must be looking pretty bad since three people already asked me in alarm if everything is ok. “Yup.” I reply. I think about the people I love and the people that love me. My students who make me laugh every. single. day. My friends who feed me and give me food, chocolate, and company when I need it. People at 7-11 who give me free sugar packets for class. I always choose to see light. In my mind, there is nothing I cannot endure.
I miss writing. There are some things I want to bring into the light that were written a long time ago.
Til next time. Stay on your toes, head on a swivel.