And you will not believe what one of my girls decided to tell me today.
As in . . . eight months into the school year. We get out June 4th. We barely have any time left to do anything except a) have half the class act depressed because they don't want to go to second grade and b) have the other half act so excited for summer vacation that they're kind of hurting my feelings.
This little girl decided to tell me this important piece of information today. I won't say the date again but, let me tell you, it is way way way too late to receive this tidbit.
WAY WAY WAY TOO LATE.
I was at the back table stapling paper bag people to paper bags (I think I have plans to blog about paper bag people tomorrow, but I don't really know now because of what this little girl told me and now I'm all discombobulated.).
Like I said, I was just stapling paper bag people to paper bags, minding my own business while my kids were working away and enjoying each other's company, and this little girl came up and said to me, all nonchalantly . . .
Oh, by the way, Mrs. Oldham . . .
You've been spelling my name wrong.
To which I said, Oh please, little girl, ye are but six years old, how do you even know how your name is spelled?
And she said . . . Really, you have. I spell it like this. And you spell it like that.
And then I think my mouth fell open.
Then I said, Well, sputter sputter, but, sputter, well, the office must be wrong and I just copied what they gave me EIGHT MONTHS AGO BEFORE THE SCHOOL YEAR EVEN STARTED.
Let me check, I said.
I went to the computer to log onto our Information Software Whatever System and the whole time I was praying and praying and praying inside my head that I was right and she was wrong and she has no clue how to spell her own name and had just decided on this particular day to change the spelling of her name because ha! wouldn't that be fun? And while we're at it, I'd like to be called Piper instead of Kristin.
And after I logged on (which takes forever because you have to enter your password multiple times to get past all of the security and your password has to have numbers and characters and capital letters and lowercase numbers and has to be super long), do you know what I saw?
I HAVE BEEN SPELLING HER NAME
WRONG ALL YEAR.
FOR EIGHT MONTHS.
FOR WELL OVER 100 SCHOOL DAYS.
I thought I was going to be sick.
I said, WHY ARE YOU JUST NOW TELLING ME THIS?!
And she shrugged.
It's okay, she said.
And then she pretty much skipped away.
I am dying over this.
But, in my defense, her name is not what you would call a normal name, such as Jane or Sue or Pat or even Lola, and the way it is spelled (right or wrong!!) does not match the pronunciation of it.
I have never ever ever ever done this in my entire teaching career and I have been teaching for 18 years.
Does this mean I am too old to teach?
Do I need to retire?
I mean, SERIOUSLY?! WHAT IN THE WORLD? I might as well just keep spelling her name wrong and take a picture of her in front of Mother Bear.
I MEAN, REALLY!!!!
IT'S TUESDAY. MARCH 24TH!!!!!!!!