Facepalm

by missrandell

On Friday I went to my first PD day – aka those days you loved when you were in school because you got the day off but it wasn’t a holiday so the mall was still open.

I was put in a group with a bunch of other teachers where we had to do this brainstorming/freewriting thing – essentially, the kind of thing we make kids do all the time. I was assigned the role of “scribe” and was asked to record what my group said on the chart paper provided.

And then I totally had a choke-moment where I couldn’t remember how to spell.

“Uh, heh, is it imput or input?”

“Inmput.”

“Right, but is it spelled with an n or an m?”

“Annm.”

“Uh, sorry, what?”

“ENN!!”

“Right, gotcha. Heh.”

Jaysis, I hate being the new girl sometimes. Seriously, I say the word “input” the way that most of us say it and it sounds like there could be an m in there. I wanted to blame it on the fact that I’m a French teacher, but no one would believe for even a second that French is anything other than my oft-mangled second language.

At least I wasn’t the teacher who kept talking about how the “Chairman Mao chicken” at Bob’s Chinese Food is just fantastic. Unless, of course, this is some new dish that I haven’t heard of yet, much like the Stalin shortribs or the Lenin hotcakes.

That was mean. Maybe I’m spending too much time in junior high.