I'm the cat

So Friday was a staff development day. Meaning no kids. It was joyous. Well, not joyous, but a hell of lot better than dealing with the kids all day. We had some meetings and a couple of presentations to sit through, but all in all, not bad for a Friday.

During one of the presentations, we were asked to look at a group of words and determine which one did not belong. It was basically an exercise in explaining one's answers... ultimately modeling that as long as a kid can justify his or her answer, then it can be correct.

Anyways, the words we were given were Chocolate, Blue, Cat, and Peaches. We were asked to write our answers down on a slip of paper, justify them, wad it up in a ball, and throw at someone else in the room. My girlfriend, aka the school lesbian, (although there are many others...) wrote hers down and threw it at Carr, a rather boisterous teacher with whom we work. Carr is a piece of work. I admire her greatly, because she never seems to give a damn what anyone else thinks.

So we were asked to volunteer to stand up and share the answers of the paper ball we'd received. Most people said things like "Cat, because it can't be a color," or "Blue, because it can't have fuzz." All very creative answers.

Carr stood up and announced to the entire staff my girlfriend's answer.

"Coach C said Blue, because it's the only one you don't eat."

Pause.

Eruptive Laughter.

Carr hadn't really given the answer thorough contemplations. I think she was thinking about the answer as though Mr. Tieu, a Vietnamese paraprofessional, had written it.

Not as though the school lesbian had written it.

After about 15 seconds, a startled Carr let out a vociferous, "Oh. OHHHH! ohhhhh..." and immediately began to turn beet red as she sat down.

As was my girlfriend.

As was I.

I got meowed at all day.