[Forgive my digression from my standard topics de writ as I consider where most of us begin our writing careers- in kindergarten. L-Y-N-N spells “Lynn!”]
My son just started kindergarten. He's doing well, but then, I wasn't worried for his sake. I do wonder how much his teacher's head hurts at the end of the day (I try to imagine my son's "why's" times 20 or so). In addition, as he's off to his official start of school and book wisdom and the sort, and I am trying to make an earnest effort to help him learn.
We get these nifty laminated folders to pass back and forth daily, the communication folder. It's a great idea, like e-mail, only old-fashioned with paper (you know, letters?). So, there I am today, jotting down a quick question for the teacher and I closed the folder to again- marvel at the cute stationery she used to decorate the front cover. Then I saw it. Right there, in the middle of the page, in fancy word art. The teacher misspelled her own name. Williams, with 3 L's. Oh my. Poor thing. I wonder how many she ran off before figuring it out. On the other hand, maybe she hasn't figured it out. Worse yet. Maybe she doesn't care. What if she doesn't care? Okay. Panic police called off- she probably doesn't know. In goes a second note and a big smiley face to soften the blow.
1 comment:
Oh yes, the communication folder! I remember those days well. Very cute post:)
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