I had to take the spawnage to Meijer today (or as they say out here, "The Meijers") to pick up some "food" so we don't "die" of "starvation," and while there, a woman said hello to Mr. Z. I asked him who she was and he said that she was the substitute teacher that he had had at school today. I thought it was cool that she knew his name after only one class, but didn't think much else about it.
Then, tonight, while getting ready for bed, Mr. Z mentioned some story that the class was discussing today.
MR. Z: We were talking about this one character and everyone kept saying he was "mis-chee-vee-ous." It was so weird.
ME: What do you mean "everyone" was saying it?
MR. Z: You know, just, they were discussing it and they kept mis-pronouncing that word.
ME: Did that substitute teacher correct them?
MR. Z: NO! She said "mis-chee-vee-ous" too!
ME: You're kidding me?! Did you say anything?!
MR. Z: Yeah. I raised my hand and told her that it's pronounced "MISS-chih-vuss."
ME: Nice! And what did she say?
MR. Z: She looked it up in the dictionary, and then said, 'Well, everyone, Mr. Z was right. It IS pronounced "MISS-chih-vuss.'
ME: Way to go, dude!
MR. Z: Yeah.
No wonder she remembered his name at the store. It's hard to forget the 8-year-old who SCHOOLS your ass in front of the whole fucking class. I know she's a sub and all, but what the shit?! Five bucks she says "newcyoolurr," "larrnicks," and "foilage," too. Maybe the goddamn educators in this town should spend a little more time bonin' up on their grammar during their five-fucking-day President's Day weekends. Maybe she should've gone to the li-bary.
I'm sure she was probably just too busy celebrating the birthday of "George Warshington."
Morons, I'm tellin' ya.
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