Monday, October 08, 2007

Turd Holes

...in which I dodge from subject to subject like a chunk of ham in a pinball machine...

A couple of years ago, during my nausea-filled first trimester of pregnancy with Baby Fangs, I remember teaching a math lesson and making a mistake with a number. I wrote 65,980 on the overhead and then, several seconds later after realizing my error, I changed it to 65, 982. This was more than the uptight, super-organized girls in the class could take, and they moaned and howled for a while because I'd made their notes "messy."

As a super-non-uptight, super non-organized kind of person, I normally am able to deal with this sort of thing by laughing at kids like these, but nausea + hormonal changes + general feeling of "uugggghhhh, being dead would be better than being pregnant" had transformed me into a testy, bloodshot monster. I WASN'T IN THE MOOD, and I let these girls have it.

"Calm the hell down back there!" I snarled, "you'd think it was a freaking famine the way you people are carrying on!" Then, without stopping to think, I found myself plunging headfirst into a rambling and incoherent lecture about the siege of Leningrad. My speech included such inane sentences like: "They were completely surrounded, and it was cold out there!" "The Hermitage caretakers survived by eating art glue and roasted baby!" and (most importantly:) "How did uptight people like you survive such a chaotic time, anyway?? You can't handle ANYTHING without freaking out!" It's been a point of pride for me that, without even knowing I was pregnant, my students did not dismiss my little rant as that of a crazed lunatic but humbly took my point and never complained again when I made a mistake. Which of course, being with child and mentally incapacitated by dreams of meatball stew with whipped cream, I did again and again and again.

I have no clue why I just told you that story.

Oh yeah, uptight people. If there is anything more annoying than an uptight student, it's an uptight student's mom. Without giving too many details, (except that one scene involved the words "jerking off" and "banana cream pie" in the same sentence) my careless mouth, slave as it is to my incredibly stupid and unprofessional brain, has let out several verbal faux pas lately that might not sit too well with the moms of my school. I'm currently in a state of uneasy limbo, waiting for one to call. Actually, I'm waiting for several moms to call me right now. It's left me feeling tense and, uncharacteristically, I've found myself indulging in a little retail therapy to help me cope. I've bought a lot of crap that I'm too embarrassed to write about, but I will tell you about this priceless little mini-sculpture I picked up last week at an obscure little art shop in. OK, it was on sale for $12.99 at my local Pier 1 Imports.


Wow, what a fabulous piece of modern art, hey? We call it Swirly Turd with Hole, and I can't begin to tell you how classy it makes the place look. People say the West End is a working class, bordering on the slums kind of neighbourhood, but Swirly Turd with Hole proves that this just can't be true. Its presence brings such a sense of upper class refinement to my house. Honestly, it's more than just a stunning work of art. Whenever I've had a long day that's left me feeling frazzled and out of sorts, Swirly Turd with Hole's smooth and solid brown presence soothes and comforts me. It helps maintain my balance by reminding me of my place in this world and what it's all about. It's like a good friend filled with lots of friendly good sense, only, like, more swirly and of course, definitely way more turd-like.

Unfortunately, I am the only person in this house who likes it. When I die and everyone is fighting over my stuff, poor Swirly Turd with Hole will be totally ignored. It will probably end up in the hands of an autistic great-grandchild who will line the hole with raw liver and use it for self-abusive purposes. But that's OK. Art is for the people, and he can use it for whatever he wants to to help him cope.

OK, that's it, I'm obviously out of control. I've got to go prep a chemistry lesson.

14 comments:

Heather said...

I'm rather fond of swirly turd too, so you can leave it to me in your will.

Michele said...

pick me!!

(actually i'll let heather have it.)


there is no way on earth you could be more inappropriate, ever, than joey's teacher of three years (with breaks in between).

we kept requesting her because she was so outrageous and funny. sometimes a little over the top, though. i'm sure they got calls about her. she was a great teacher until the last year when she found out the new principal was going to boot her.

cce said...

Thanks for making me laugh today. Swirly Turd with Hole is the kind of thing that My Better Half and I refer to as F-art. I love it. I love that it made you feel better and, perhaps, channeling the energy of the swirly turd you will be less apt to snap at the wee students ones who must just push your buttons all day long.

Jocelyn said...

I would love to witness you in full rant mode--esp. if it involved meatball stew and such.

You're a scream.

ccap said...

Are you ever posting again?

Ever?

Please?

I can beg you know. I'm not above it.

PUUUHHHHLLLLEEEEEEEEAASE!?

Michele said...

you know you could just do really short posts...

we wouldn't mind. just to find out that you haven't been poisoned by a class of angry chemistry students.

Pamela said...

You must have fallen into the swirly turd hole... where is whippersnapper?

Jill said...

Helloooooooo. Is anybody out there?

Michele said...

enough with the chem lesson. your posts don't have to be long OR funny. how are you?

Krista said...

whippy, I miss you. I keep checking every day to see if your class prep/life in general has released you as its hostage, but I guess not.

and I wanted to tell you I saw a designer use your 'turd hole' in a restaurant she did on the TV show Restaurant Makeover. it made me chuckle on the inside.

Linda said...

Oh dear sweet Whippersnapper. I haven't laughed for AGES because you haven't been posting. Please give us a sentence, a phrase, a word. We'd be happy with just one word.

We are like puppies, salivating as we wait for a treat.

Prole said...

Hi, so sorry for the completely OT post, but I couldn’t find an email anywhere.

You’ve been nominated for a Canadian F-word Blog Award!

Details (and code for a badge if you like) are at A Creative Revolution. Congratulations and good luck!

http://www.acreativerevolution.ca/node/596/

Mary said...

Please come back . . .

Jennifer said...

Love your blog, are you writing somewhere else these days?

Jennifer
Napa, CA.