Being channeled

I have one student that I work with on a regular basis. This kid only has a Special Education Individual Education Plan because she needs more time to take a test and has a better grasp of material if someone could explain it a little bit. She is a pretty girl who is basically smart and mostly a good kid. I like her, most days!

Today was a "like her" day. She was all cheery and bubbly and she decided she wanted to be me and I would be her.

So all period long she was me. Today was a planned study hall period so it was a good day to be silly. And I had to laugh because I could see myself in her; she had me totally "down" to a tee. She would clap and give praise to other students. She had my tonality and inflections. She used my "phrases". The other kids were laughing and talking about how right she was. Apparently I jump up and down and clap a lot. I also must pat people on the shoulder and say please often.

So this student was "me" all period. She even wore my ID tag.

She was except she used a British accent.

Now, I do not have a British accent. I do not even remotely have an accent that sounds European at all. I was born and raised in the Midwest. I can't even do a "fake" British accent well.

So I asked her what was up with the accent. She said I "talk properly all the time and use the right language" and am "all formal and stuff" when I speak, even when I'm being silly.

Apparently I sound like a British nanny to her. Go figure.

Cheerio!
Maggie

An Irish Tale

For those of you who know me, you all know my love (or can we call it an obsession?) with Irish accents? Well, last night was... yummy to the ears.

For those of you who know me, also know that I accidentally joined an Irish dating web site. New readers, I was just looking for a pen pal and through a computer misrepresentation and misdirection I ended up on a dating site.

Well, since that happened, I've been emailing Irish Sam, several times a day. Oh, and I'm not a stalker, he's been emailing me back! We've been chatting about everything. Then after emailing, we used MSN and chatted in real time since there are 5 hours between us, it was fun to be able to do that.

Last night, in a moment of spontaneity, he sent me his phone number. There was no way I was calling it because of cost and just the potential weirdness of it. Then he asked for mine and I thought "what the hell." It's a Wild West number which I'll be changing soon, so who cares? And he called.

We chatted for about 20 minutes. He had a voice that could make me believe in God, that could melt chocolate, that was more perfect than a Manolo sale. OMG- he was delectable to listen to. And we had a nice visit. He's a huge Colts fan and being a Midwestern girl who is back in Civilization, it was quite funny to hear him go on and on about FB. He thought I had a beautiful accent- silly man! Oh, and his really exciting news is that he's coming to the States in November and hopes we can meet. He has a business trip to Austin, TX and is taking a side trip to Indianapolis to see a Colts game, and was hoping we could meet. It's about 11 months away and who knows what could happen in that time, but I thought it was hilarious that he couldn't wait to tell me!

But it was fun to have a chat. And it might be fun to see him, a year from now. He is a cutie; I've seen lots of pictures of him and he is a handsome bloke...

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In other news, I saw another movie. I didn't realize how much I missed going to the cinema until I've gotten back and can go any time I want. In a mere 20 minute drive, I have 23 screens at my disposal. I love going to see a movie and it's grand, and I take great pleasure in such. So Mac and I went to see Yes Man, a Jim Carey comedy. Now, I think of this as total "guy humor" but I do think this was funny, and I laughed in spite of myself. And after the other 2 stinkers we saw, this was a nice change of pace.

And I might just go see a movie today alone- Marley & Me or Twilight?

An Irish girl at heart,
Maggie