Believe it or not, I actually have two stories that involve underwear. For some reason, this can be a very awkward topic. Who knew.
Last week, my landlord called to tell me that he would be bringing people by to look at our house to rent. He said they would be coming at 10:30 on Wednesday, which was fine since I would be at school all day. Roommate 1 would be in class and roommate 2 would be at the house. Later that week he called back while I was at school and left a message saying that he would be bringing the people by on Saturday because of the impending snow/ice storm. Ergo, I did not clean my room or even make my bed Wednesday morning. When I checked my phone at lunch, I had a text from roommate 2 who had a rather rude awakening when our landlord began knocking on the door as she was getting out of the shower. Oops. Did I mention that I hadn't made my bed that morning? Well, I also hadn't bothered to move my dirty clothes. That's right, not only was roommate 2 caught off guard, but my underwear was sitting on my bed when prospective renters came through. And they were boys. At least there's no way they could know who I am. Oh wait, I have pictures all over my room? Yep, that's right. How awkward.
He's bringing more people by this afternoon, so today my room is spotless. I hope this will erase all misconceptions he has of my hygiene skills.
And now for the second of the underwear stories. As I mentioned, I am student teaching in Kindergarten this semester. Last week, one of my students complained that her underwear felt kind of funny. She went to the bathroom to check it out and when she came back she had figured it out. They weren't both the same size.
That's right, she was wearing 2 pairs of underwear, because as you know, a pair is two. A pair of shoes, a pair of gloves and yes, a pair of underwear. I found out later that the class had read a book about pairs the week before when I was not there, thus explaining the pair of underwear incident. I love the way little kids think! That and the insanity of the English language keep me rather entertained.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
I never thought this would happen to me...
In an effort to appease a few of my followers, I have put aside my massive project that is due Monday morning to write a new post. I know I've been slacking this last semester, but give me a break! In between all of the awkward happenings and class assignments, I've been attempting to step out in faith every once in a while. So, forgive me for not keeping you informed; I'll try to do better.
Last week I went to the most incredible place. A large city in the state directly south of mine. It was a conference for some really cool people that I like to hang out with, and it was the best time I've had in a long while. Upon arrival at said conference (at a really cool hotel) we had to register, pay and get our room assignments. We couldn't be assigned a room until all 4 roommates had arrived. Through no fault of their own, two of my roommies were running later than me and my other roommie, so we had to wait. Whilst waiting in the lobby, we were chatting with some members of the opposite gender. Harmless, of course. All of a sudden, as I was reaching into my back pocket to retrieve my cellular device, I noticed that I was not feeling denim. Yes, that's right, I was standing there with a huge whole in my jeans for all to see. And to make matters worse, I did not have a room to run to so as to change into another pair of pants. No, I had to stand there for another hour or so with my pocket flapping in the air conditioned breeze. Luckily, my shirt was long enough that no one really noticed and I could position myself so that I was leaning against a wall.
Once we were finally united with our roommates and had made the long trek to the 5th floor, I was able to change. What I found when I looked at the damage was a ticking time bomb. Every corner of each of my back pockets was about to let loose. I guess I'm just lucky this didn't happen when I was teaching kindergarten this semester. That would have been exciting...
Now, I sincerely hope that this has satisfied your thirst for more awkward stories, at least for a little while. I plan to finish up my project, move back to school this afternoon, and then spend some time tomorrow afternoon updating you with more awkwardness.
Last week I went to the most incredible place. A large city in the state directly south of mine. It was a conference for some really cool people that I like to hang out with, and it was the best time I've had in a long while. Upon arrival at said conference (at a really cool hotel) we had to register, pay and get our room assignments. We couldn't be assigned a room until all 4 roommates had arrived. Through no fault of their own, two of my roommies were running later than me and my other roommie, so we had to wait. Whilst waiting in the lobby, we were chatting with some members of the opposite gender. Harmless, of course. All of a sudden, as I was reaching into my back pocket to retrieve my cellular device, I noticed that I was not feeling denim. Yes, that's right, I was standing there with a huge whole in my jeans for all to see. And to make matters worse, I did not have a room to run to so as to change into another pair of pants. No, I had to stand there for another hour or so with my pocket flapping in the air conditioned breeze. Luckily, my shirt was long enough that no one really noticed and I could position myself so that I was leaning against a wall.
Once we were finally united with our roommates and had made the long trek to the 5th floor, I was able to change. What I found when I looked at the damage was a ticking time bomb. Every corner of each of my back pockets was about to let loose. I guess I'm just lucky this didn't happen when I was teaching kindergarten this semester. That would have been exciting...
Now, I sincerely hope that this has satisfied your thirst for more awkward stories, at least for a little while. I plan to finish up my project, move back to school this afternoon, and then spend some time tomorrow afternoon updating you with more awkwardness.
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