| 3.03.2007 |
| Remember Mr. Bob from Friday? |
Honestly, this is so awesome. And Kaplow, remeber that I am in Carne's 5th period. Tell me if this sounds sooooooooo true. It is a blog from "Mr. Bob" after he subbed for us.
3.2.07
friday night
temecula, ca
MORE BRIEFNESS. TODAY COULD’VE BEEN A BRUTAL DAY. I ENDED UP getting about 3—yes, 3—hours of sleep last night. Not good when you’re walking into a classroom full of high school students eager to cruise through a no-work Friday.
But it all worked out. I got jacked up on 2 cups of coffee this morning. And the kids were cool all day long. I got into a number of interesting conversations with several kids. And by the end of the day, my 5th period class coaxed me into telling them stories about my crazy life.
Yeah, I knew it was a cheap ploy to get out of doing their assignment. But they convinced me their teacher wasn’t gonna collect the work anyway.
I hope they got something out of it.
It was the same social science (i.e., history) class I taught for 2 days a couple weeks ago. So a number of them said they found my website. Several more said they were GONNA track it down. I told them I wasn’t gonna give them the URL, seeing as how there’s material on here that some parents might find objectionable.
But I can’t exactly stop them from Googling my name, now can I?
So if you’re one of those kids who was in one of my classes at You Know Where High School, thanks for being so eager to hear my stories. Now go do your homework.
And when you get done with your homework here’s a few stories you might wanna check out from the Mr. Bob archives. These are 5 of my favorite entries from the last few years that will give you a better idea of who that freak substitute teacher was today.
1. Me and Ernie. The story of the kid I began mentoring nearly 20 years ago.
2. Flying to Buffalo. A tale of Craigslisting my way to a ride in a stranger’s plane.
3. My rock ‘n roll debut. The night I joined my friend Phil’s band onstage in San Francisco.
4. Midwestern Hospitality. The story of the day I got a flat tire on the drive to Chicago—which led to a trio of strangers pulling over, fixing my flat for me and inviting me back to their house to barbecue steak.
5. Grace. The story of the guitar-playing, motorcycle-riding milk maid I spent the summer of ’05 with on an island in Canada.
6. Violated. My car gets broken into in Boston. A whole bunch of my stuff gets ripped off. I’m crushed.
7. Gratitude. Not more than a day or 2 later, a stranger in Tennessee sends me $500 to get my car fixed.
If any of you regulars would like to submit your favorite Vagabond Bob story, feel free to pitch in. (I’m trying to build up my readership here, people. Help me out.)
Okay. Tamale’s almost here. We’re getting a motel tonight in Carlsbad, then going to her friend’s wedding tomorrow.
Good times.
Link: http://www.thegreatestyearofmylife.com/frameset.asp |
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