Hello friends, family, and strangers (I flatter myself)! I am a recently-graduated girl finding my way in the "real world" (apparently, I've been floating around the fake world for the past two decades). Many of my friends' "real world"s consist of cubicles, nine-to-fives, marriage, babies, and other such grown-up things. My real world looks a little different. Yes, I still get up and go to work every morning, same as they do. But instead of battling fax machines, computer programs, disgruntled spouses and dirty diapers, I arm myself against a legion of 14-year-old boys. Well, 83 of them to be exact. You see, I teach 8th-grade boys' Science in an inner-city, high-poverty school. What it is not: glamorous, prestigious, boring. What it is: humorous, heartbreaking, and the most challenging thing I will ever do.

The stories I tell and the people I describe are real; you can't make this stuff up. If you are new to my blog, I hope you'll start at the beginning and fall in love with its characters, just as I have.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Pride comes before the...

This weekend, I returned home for the football game. Friday night I went out with some old friends. Back when I was a young sprite, I would get my G&T at the bar and charge straight to the dance floor where I would immediately take it upon myself to be the band's personal backup dancer. I'm sure they truly appreciated it.

Now that I'm old and world-weary, I generally get a Michelob Ultra at the bar and proceed to make fun of people for doing the exact same thing I just described. Well, this Friday there was plenty to ridicule. Drunk girls teetered on their heels and tried desperately to locate the beat of the songs, skeezy guys flocked to them and latched on with frightening determination. One dude was so into his "dance" that he started biting his lip and closing his eyes while jabbing the air spastically with his hands. Trying to be hilarious, I sidled up to him and began to join him in his seizure-like display. It worked. Suz and Will were doubled over. Feeling pretty good about myself, I really threw my heart and soul into the performance...not realizing just moments before Suz had spilled her entire drink on the very spot my 6-inch heels were shuffling on.

You know the next part. By the time my feet flew out from under me and my bottom smacked against the concrete floor, homeboy had already turned around to see his mocker. She was sitting with her legs straight out in front of here and a surprised look on her face, entire backside covered in bar sludge. Guess I got what was coming to me. If I thought Susan and Will were laughing before, it was nothing compared to the fits they were in now.

This morning: "What happened to your wrist Ms. M?"

Well kids, I fell in a friend's Sabanade puddle at a bar while dancing with an inebriated 19-year-old fraternity guy!!

"Sprained it when I was crocheting pot holders this weekend. I'll be fine."
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6 comments:

  1. LindseyOctober 4, 2010 at 7:06 PM

    oh my gosh, Kylie! I laughed so hard that my roommate came in to see what was going on. too funny! I was in Ttown last Saturday...hate I missed you...especially hate that I missed seeing this little episode in person!

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  2. GailOctober 4, 2010 at 9:48 PM

    Seriously, why are you not a professional story teller?!

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  3. SueOctober 5, 2010 at 12:48 PM

    It's even better hearing it from you!

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  4. A fly on the wallOctober 6, 2010 at 8:36 AM

    STOP IT!!!! bahahahaha!! Oh gosh, I love you and cannot WAIT to see you Friday!!!

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  5. GingerOctober 6, 2010 at 7:52 PM

    hahaha! Kiley you're hysterical! Also what is g&t?

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  6. AnnOctober 7, 2010 at 2:35 PM

    gin and tonic, ging. G&T

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