So on Tuesday, this kids walks into the gymn for PE. Mr. Ford, my teacher, wasn’t in there yet. So the kid walks up to me with a friend and says “Are you the gymn teacher?”
What.
I smiled and said, “Yes. I’m the gymn teacher.”
“What are we doing today?”
“We’ll talk about that later but right now you’re going to get on the floor and give me 50 push ups.”
Horrified, he looked at his friend. I smirked and said, “I’m SIXTEEN.” And walked away. He was stunned. But I guess he got over his embarrassment and now he always calls me “teach.”
I don’t think he has any idea what my real name is.
Also, rehearsals this week have been interesting. One of my lines is “Liesl, will you give us a do?” But I was thinking of the do and I ended up saying, “Diesel, will you give us a lo?” Better yet, my director’s name is Mrs. Lowe. So yeah.
In other news, Peter DeWolfe is amazing.
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