Dear Chicago (the city, not the Ryan Adams song),
Saturday was this:
Wasn’t that fun? 60 degrees and clear, watching the Cubs win? So what the heck is up with this?
Right Now for
Chicago, IL
39°F
Feels Like
33°F
Feels Like
33°F
It does not help that I’ve been getting up at 5am to get to this school site visit I’m doing by 630 am. Grump city around here.
Although it is kind of fun to be back in a high school again. Favorite student exchange from yesterday:
Misbehaving student who has just been punished for using the f word in class: “It’s a free country, man. Don’t try to control me. You don’t even KNOW me. I’m, like, one of a kind. Unique and deep and shit.”
Student next to him: “Hell yeah, one of a kind. Deep and shit. Me too. What he said.”‘
That pretty much sums up high school, doesn’t it? My friend is doing something cool/risky/funny/interesting- I want to do it too! Don’t want to miss anything! Me too! Wait for me!
Also, high school students are no better at approximating age than my elementary students were. Did I ever tell you that story? I started teaching elementary school when I was 23, and I didn’t really want to advertise that I was one of the youngest teachers in the school, so I would always demur when they asked me. They finally decided to take a vote to determine how old they thought I was. The students divided into two distinct camps: those who thought I was 19 (apparently I was a child prodigy and started college when I was 14) and those who were absolutely convinced I was 41 (um, geez, best look into some wrinkle cream, I guess.) Yesterday a high school senior asked me how old I was, and I said “how old do you think I am?” and she said “um, 21?” “No way,” said her friend, “she’s hella older than that- she’s like 45 or something.” Sigh. Guess I still have a ways to go in the makeup department. Anyone know a good undereye concealer?
Tell me about it. What’s up with this weather?! Dan and I are supposed to go to the Sox game on Saturday … 45 and rain (maybe even a few flakes of snow!). There’s no fun in that!
We’ve got to all get together, though clearly not to watch baseball.
Chicago weather SUCKS. I hate to break it to you.
Also, um, there are like 60 recommendations for undereye concealer in the comments from my post yesterday. So check there.
21 or 45? Wow, no middle ground there, is there?
I feel your pain on the weather. And man, I can’t WAIT to visit Chicago again because the last time we did (to see the Twins play the Sox), the Cubs were out of town.
That picture is gorgeous.
No Puffery at Origins.
haha! i distinctly remember feeling that every adult fell into one of those 2 camps growing up. like, if someone looked young, they had to be.. like… 18? right? and if NOT, well, they were an ADULT, and adults are like 40. EVERYONE knows that.
My students also fall into those two camps. Although I tell them I’m 24 they either say, No, you can’t be, you’re like 18. Or, oh, you look mad old, like 40. Some kids think I dress like I’m 40. Makes me feel really good:)