Sun
Sep
28
You’re fired.
In school the other day, while grading papers, I called a boy over to my desk.
“Michael, could you come here a minute?”
He walked over, worriedly. Perhaps he failed his spelling test.
“Michael…. I didn’t want to do this to you, but you’re fired.”
“WHAT?!” A look of panic and bewilderment took his face, like none I had ever seen before. He was quite upset, but equally confused.
“Relax, relax,” I said “you’re a student, you can’t be fired.”
“Oh.. okay.” He walked away, relieved that at 10 years old, he was not a downsized student.
(I amuse myself in strange ways when I’m bored. Also - how have I not been fired yet?!)
