I won't bore you with the details. Just know that I worked at an elementary school that had lots of meetings and workshops and workshops and meetings (like anywhere else) for one semester before graduate school.
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One afternoon a girl I worked with approached me, "So, Kelley, did you hear about that district-wide Gay Awareness meeting we are supposed to go to next week?"
Apparently, I thought I was Miss Too-Important-For-Meetings given that I had graduated just weeks before. Weeks. "There is another meeting? What is it about ? Gay awareness? There is really a whole afternoon dedicated to helping us be more aware? I have so much paperwork to do. You think they would notice if I skipped out?"
She thought so.
There were several more conversations of this nature for the week leading up to the meeting with different people at the copier, vending machine, hallway and while spraying graffiti all along the back of the building after school one day.
As I finally settled into my chair in the large room to be made more aware, I saw baggy tan Dickies and blue jeans go across the stage with kids dressed in red and blue bandanas and some in black leather jackets, kind of like Michael Jackson and his friends below.
The moderater then said, "Thank you all for coming here today for the GANG AWARENESS meeting..."
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Gang Awareness.
GANG.
Not that I would have had time for that meeting either. You know, because I was so (not) important.
I needed hearing aids then (and I need them now). For real.
Your hearing is perfect, isn't it?
You don't mistakes like this one, do you? *sigh*
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36 comments:
Hahahahaha!!!! You're so funny, I think I just peed myself! (okay maybe should not have admitted that so publicly)
Funny! It was good of you to go to an Anything Awareness meeting. I would have skipped it. Meetings suck. :)
Could be worse, you could have extremely selective hearing like me. At least you have a more legitimate excuse.
Don't go buying a hearing aid quite yet...perhaps it's just you have heard so much more in the news lately about gays than gangs...yeah, that's it...
Meetings stink either way.
But what about meetings for gay gang members? I smell discrimination...or bacon. My sense of smell is about as good as my sense of hearing.
I often read things wrong--like "applesauce" for "applause." It can be confusing, but it's also much more interesting.
I feel your pain, only with me it happened at a teleconference that was supposed to have been on technology. It ended up being a nationwide conference on early childhood something or other. After we introduced ourselves via video to the nation of early childhood educators and realized our mistake, my colleague *swore* into the mike accidentally about being in the wrong room. We slunk out.
I tend to just not be listening (distracted by 20 things swirling in my head), so that would be my reason for hearing different things. This is how I end up agreeing to chauffeuring four teens to the mall.
"...spraying graffiti all along the back of the building after school one day" I think your subconscious was attempting to protect you from finding out this could be gang related activity. The Cubbyhole Gang sounds menacing.
that's too funny.
i'm picturing this whole meeting taking place...but you only figuring out the gang vs gay thing about half way through it...
trust me, it's funny
that's too funny.
i'm picturing this whole meeting taking place...but you only figuring out the gang vs gay thing about half way through it...
trust me, it's funny
What? What's that you typed?
Can't hear you...and apparently can't see, either....
As a high school teacher in an urban district, I've sat through Gay Awareness AND Gang Awareness meetings, and this post totally made me giggle. :)
Oh that is priceless! Well, at least you're aware, now! LOL
Are you related to Emily Litella? Never mind.
I have been to way more than my share of faculty meetings, and managed to embarrass myself in various ways. One of the worst was my uncontrollable, tear-streaming laughter that earned me stares of death from both the principal and superintendent.
A statuesque, gray-haired business teacher stood up to speak. She was at the library table in front of me. It was apparent that her underwear was having a crack attack. I could have lived with it. Averted my eyes. Except that my partner in crime leaned over and whispered, "Her butt's having lunch."
And I'm sitting here wondering why you need to sit in a meeting about Gay awareness anyway! What does that have to do with elementary education?
I would have found a way NOT to go but then I would have missed out on the Gang Awareness...ops!
Yeah, my hearing can be a bit off as well sometimes..I can't figure if it's selective or not! HA!
Sadly, I can see the Gay Awareness meeting being held too!
Lol yea that makes a bit of a difference. I feel deaf a lot of the time myself
That is so excellent! I mishear things all the time. All.the.time. And last year, i went to a conference and one of the sessions was about using google maps in the foreign language classroom. The entire time I was there, I thought it was using google earth, not maps, and I kept waiting for them to get to stupid google earth. It was such a boring workshop and then it finally dawned on me that it was googles MAPS they were talking about. yeah, not the same thing.
Bhahaha! Been there. Well not *there* there... According to my hubs I am guilty of needing hearing aids. Unbeknownst to him, I'm really just not listening to him drone on and on and on...
You tricked me. I love the surprise ending. I always say, "gangs smangs." (have never said that).
Funny stuff.
This made me laugh. I kept wondering where it was going.
I've had those moments too, mishearing moments, and they've produced some good laughs.
Did you know we are one of the least productive nations with the longest work hours. I blame it on meetings. I am sure your gay gangsters agree!
Hilarious. Any of those meetings suck. I used to do anything I could to skip them.
I hear different things all the time. I'd like to think it's my mind being a be-yotch and playing tricks on me, rather than simply my ears going deaf. ;)
I'm sorry, what did you say? bahahaha Among other things, my hearing is going fast! hahaha
I have misheard things in the past as well. Personally I think most of the awareness meetings regardless what they are for can be long and boring. There has to be a better way to make these meetings more interactive and fun. lol
Who actually enjoys attending meetings, anyway? At least this way, you get to be surprised for a moment while you digest the real purpose of the meeting. You really are a gifted comedienne, Kelley. Thank you for the humorous start to my day :)
beeeeeeep! i never hear anything right either:) too funny! I feel for people and meetings!!!! xo
I think we all suffer from selective hearing. Especially for added commitments. (LoL)
There are gay gangs now?
Um, did you say something? I was focused on the Ragin' Cajun in Sugar Land.
More seriously but not overly so, I make mistakes like that too. Sometimes I think it's a matter of selective hearing. (For example: Who wouldn't rather attend a Gay vs Gang awareness meeting?)
Be well, Kelley.
xoRobyn
Hey sometimes gay people are in gangs.
*Snort* That's hilarious.
Oh, I've been there...
Gay...gang...you say tomato, I say...well, I say tomato too...
Hey, guess where we were supposed to be this weekend: sharing a king bed! Waaaaah!
I glove my belly.
What? Confused, are you?
That's because I said, "I LOVE YOU, KELLEY."
Tee-hee!
lmbo yep my hearing is perfect ;-) Just don't ask my husband.
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