Monday, May 14, 2012

In my next life

I'm fond of saying "In my next life I want to be _______________," and then I fill in the blank.  A Solid Gold Dancer.  Tina Fey.  A peony farmer.  Especially a peony farmer.  People, when the peonies are on I am powerless to do anything but bury my nose in a bush full of blossoms.

So yeah.  I want to be a peony farmer in my next go around.  )Please note picture of pink peony from my garden.)

But then I taught a couple of jr. high classes today and I remembered--if I have another life, I'll have to go through the seventh-grade again.  And I never, ever, ever want to do that.

3 comments:

Louise Plummer said...

I'd have to go to Chuckie Cheeses again. One life is enough, especially when Spring repeats itself every single year.

Lisa B. said...

Junior high = the worst.

I did my student teaching in a junior high. They should put a sign above every junior high in the land that says "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here." Also, they should have a Nobel Prize for great junior high teachers. That is some hard, heroic work, when done well.

Amelia said...

Junior high is a special kind of nightmare. Those peonies of beautiful! We bought some peonies for while my mom is here and they are beautiful!