Blue Day. Formerly B Day. Day 24.

When you decide to go to college you really have two main choices. Get a job with a random title that pays amazingly well, but, no matter how many times you explain it to your child they still don't know what you do...or you can become a teacher and spend the next several decades slowly having your brain eaten by questions you didn't think anyone could possibly ask. I'm not feeling particularly creative , so here is a brief summary of the types of conversations I've had today. In no particular order, things people have asked me, my responses and general statements that never really needed to be spoken.

"Wait, cowboys are real?" yes.

"Are Narwhals real?" not history, but yes.

"What about the Amish?" real, is there a question here?

"Why aren't they called horseboys? They ride horses." a student fielded this one. He mentioned firemen are not called firetruck men. Good thinking.

"Wait, are there cow women?" yes, but no one calls them that

"How did we get get Hawaii?" we just sort of took it from Queen Lilioukalani

"Did you know I saw Amish people?" no I didn't know that, but I'm not surprised.

"Did you know you are dressed like Jake from State Farm?" I do now. (multiple times)

"Did you have ramen" yes.

"Did you know your room smells like ramen?" yes.

"Does your room smell like ramen because of the ramen you had?" yes, I hope.

"Did you pee yourself?" no I spilled ramen.

"Do the Seminoles have to sell the Hardrock?" I don't know, but this came up in the conversation about westward expansion of the United States.

"Do the Amish only live in Pennsylvania?" no they are moving around the United States and the Mennonites are buying farms in Bolivia.

"Can I have my phone back" yes. Proceeds to leave without phone cementing in my mind the phone is fake.

That's all the questions I can remember for the moment. Thankfully my brain shuts down with some sort of natural overload switch after receiving more than thirty-six questions in one minute.

Here are some random things people (not students) said to me after school as I attempted to make copies.

"Try shoving a pole in there. Something metal about two feet long."

"What you need is a screwdriver. That sometimes makes it work."

"How hard did you kick it?"

"Have you ever been on a freight train?"

I'm leaving another piece of artwork here, created by a talented student artist. She went back and edited this to make my head shinier. Thank you for that detail. It's untitled but I choose to call it: "Life Choices and the Eternal Angst of Doubt".