Here we go. I really hope you understood the Clue in the title. Fasten your seat belts. I'm going to talk about how I don't like to talk about feelings.
I'm pretty sure that everyone and their mother know about my aversion to feelings, unless it's a feeling of triumph over evil AKA people who compete against me.
My students, in fact believe 2 awesome things about me:
1. I don't have tear ducts and therefore am incapable of crying
2. I am a vampire and that is why I never turn the lights on in my classroom.
I'm sure you agree about 2 things as well:
1. Wow, these kids are gullible.
2. I sound like an awesome villian.
Meanwhile, back at the cave:
Yesterday, I thought I was going to have to play the villian when the secretary called to say I needed to come to the office. Oh I put on my best "swag," as my kids call it. I stomped all the way down the three halls we have in this school making my best heel clicking, you're in trouble BAMF walk. Game face on, turn the corner....
....Shoot, they're flowers, not an angry parent.
Game face melted.
And then, if the fact that I felt a weird faint thumping, beating in my chest, I can only describe as awkward and this weird face contortion come over my super-villian face...I read this note:
Noooooo.....I don't smile at work! STOP!
And as I sit here and look at these flowers and reread this awesomely funny note, the mitten comes over me....the one that starts with S.
This leads me to do really dorky teacher things like the following:
Oh man. My villian facade is totally ruined.
And Bert got the flowers.
And that, my friends, is as close to feelings as ever I will describe.
******Sidenote: My just absolutely adorable, cheerful, gem of a homeroom thought I bought these flowers myself and had them sent to work for Valentine's Day. Wow, real nice.