Well, for Nate the unthinkable has happened.
We went to "meet the teacher" night last night and the teacher he had last year that he absolutely despised is his homeroom teacher again!
After a looooonnnng welcome from our principal, we dismissed to go find classrooms. I told Nate and his two friends to go find their homerooms and then come down to 3rd grade to find Taylor and me.
So I'm chatting with Taylor's new 3rd grade teacher, when Nate and his buddies show up. Their undies were in a serious bundle! They thought two of them hadn't been promoted to 8th grade and were never told about it!
They had gotten down the hall to the 7th and 8th grade and found they had the same homeroom teacher as last year! I asked them..."could it be possible she has changed to 8th grade?" NO! They were left in 7th and not promoted...they were sure of it.
So, we all walk back down there. Sure enough, here is their old nemesis standing in an 8th grade classroom greeting parents. She's changed grades. Maybe even subjects...rumor has it she's doing science this year instead of math. That should help Nate. He loves science...hates math!
My friend Tony is trying very hard to find a nickname for me. He doesn't seem to understand that I am not nicknameable. There really isn't a logical nickname for me. Mensa Boy's been trying for 24 years to come up with one. There just isn't one. But Tony likes to nickname people and not only that..he wants it to sound SOUTHERN.
For a week he called me "karen mae". I told him that was too hard to say, and besides...my REAL name sounds just as southern and is easier. You can't get much more southern than "karen sue"...but it's pronounced "kairn sue" to really sound redneckish.
Yesterday he called me "flossie" all through lunch. Later it degenerated to "flossie mae". Holy cow...flossie sounds like some bossomy, 55 year old lady with purple hair and a big, flowered tent dress!
I have had nicknames throughout my life. Some of the people in my office call me "karanski". Tony doesn't want to do one that sounds Polish. Gotta be southern. When I was in high school, my friends called me "goochopper" because of the 'oe' combination in my last name. They shortened it to "chops" eventually. In college, a friend of mine called me "getchki". She was totally Polish and wanted everyone else to be.
When I was younger and living at home my family called me "kerner" and they still do on occasion. That's because my little brother couldn't say my name.
I'm just not a real nicknameable person. I hope he gives up soon before he gets to "daisymae" or "flo".
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