When you’re going to marry a teacher, you’re required to go to football games.

So many times at the game kids came up to get my attention only to ask GTG if I were her fiance. I got to the point where I started pointing at other guys. It’s weird. Never in high school did I get that excited when I saw a teacher out of the school. Yes it was always a point of interest because at that time I thought teachers didn’t have real lives, but never did I have to hyperventilate and wave frantically. Cause everyone knew they were suppose to be at home working on lesson plans. (I am going to get bopped in the head by GTG for that comment)

It’s also been rumored that some kids have found this blog. But why wouldn’t they not know about it? I am totally famous online, or at least the dogs are.

I was asked by a kid tonight, “Are you the guy that bought the high tech mouse? The one with the weights and stuff?” I consulted with GTG afterwards and she admitted to telling the kids of my geekyness… last year. For not remembering the parts of speech, they can sure remember the oddest detail of their teacher’s significant other.

The kids are cool. I remember being that age. Falling into my clique. Being mesmerized and mystified by girls. Feeling akward in my own body and reaching for any sort of independence from parental control.

But now I am old, technically by high school standards. Which is cool cause I can drink beer and I have an excuse for not looking hip.

Time for another beer.