@shemaiahng I won a 13” TV at my high school graduation lock-in and thought it was the coolest win ever. I felt embarrassingly bougie when I upgraded to a 19” a year after my college graduation.
@franciscanmom I had a HS classmate whose clothes (including underwear) were sent out to the dry cleaners each week. Not sure if everything was actually dry cleaned, but the classmate did admit to enjoying the crispness of the lightly-starched undershirts.
@shemaiahng The only one of those your-word-of-the-year word scramble things I’ve done so far for 2024 turned up “go” first. I’m still trying to figure out what to do w/ that one…
@riccardian@MegHunterKilmer Yes! I second. I actually was gifted a small tool set for my HS graduation—and despite being caught off-guard at the time, I still use them weekly almost 25 years later.
@locdeducator Also year 15 and considered “young”—and I am decidedly middle aged at this point. There are current faculty @ my school who are younger than the first class of students I ever taught, and I’m still considered “young.”
@TracyMorison @jfrickuga I had a student email me asking to bump a B to an A b/c “I’m gonna get a C in Ancient Civ and I need an A in your class to keep [my scholarship].”
@owenmiller75@MrDanielBuck True story: I bought a test prep book for the GACE (GA’s one-time answer to the Praxis) that was so badly written, I wrote a scathing letter of complaint to the publishing company. They hired me to edit it.
@PunkyMantilla Godspeed! 🙏🏻 I will never forget the year husband’s coworker’s sick kid made the no-bake truffles that coworker brought in for the holidays…and 2/3 of the team (including my husband) was down for 3 days w/ the kid’s stomach bug.
@SaraGonzalesTX The same thing happened to me @ my local gas station over the summer—but it was two women in a pickup trying to get me to help them figure out how to use the credit card @ the pump. They did not like my suggestion that they pay inside @ the cashier since the pump was acting up.
@ProtoApostoli My dad usually responds to their initial salutation with, “Sure, come on in! We’re Catholic.” [Technically he is not, but my mom, my sisters and I are.]
They can’t get off the front porch fast enough.