A Story A Story…Tell Us A Story!

OK so here it goes. Sixth grade math class, and our teacher was the wicked witch of the west. No, seriously she was, she even said so one year in the yearbook! All the desks in the class were grouped in fours, they were assigned, all facing the front of the room no less. I sat at the back right desk, and I clearly remember this kid who sat next to me. He was relatively new…from California. He totally had the blond surfer thing going on too, you know the kind with the long shaggy hair?

An.y.way. One day out of the blue, when we were supposed to be working in our assigned groups he announces to our group, “I bet I can make you blush.” Being the stubborn headstrong girl that I was, I was all, “Yeah right!” Actually it probably came out something like, “No you can’t.”

Well he shortened my name a little and added baby to the end, and I probably did end up blushing…a lot more than expected. For the rest of the year he would tease me with that on occasion. I would usually ask him not to call me that. Didn’t work.

One day, for some reason he and I were late in getting to our next class, (no GM it’s not because we were M.O.) and yours truly had the bright idea.

My next classroom came up first and I said, “You know, I could report you for secksual harassment when you call me ‘Shortened name + baby’” After that he never really said it again although, if I remember correctly he signed my yearbook and wrote that in it.

And so was born the Jet song about an extremely frigid woman.