Pythagoras just called, he says "What's up and he works out.".


July 25, 2009 by sandwichcontrol

I would like all of you to wish my sister a Happy Birthday today. In celebration of her birthday she is taking a math test to confirm the fact that is competent enough to teach math to 8th graders. So send some good math test taking skills her way instead of buying her a gift, which is exactly the route I went. It’s not that I wouldn’t like to buy her a gift, it’s that I cannot afford to. So, I am giving her good vibes via myself and all of you. Therefore, from 10:00am until let’s say 1:00 pm I expect all of you to be wearing your good vibe sending tin foil hats. I mean it. For those of you who know me, I bet you are wondering why I always talk about my sister, but never talk about my brother(s). Well, three of my brothers I rarely see or talk to. Now, Prince Jazzbo, my only full-blooded sibling, the rest are mudbloods, I see and talk to pretty regularly. We don’t hang out nearly as much as my sister and I do, though. When we do hang out, it is usually all three of us. It’s not that Jazz and I do not get along, it’s just that we are busy in different directions. If he is not working or on call or in Ohio for training, he is trying to get some rest or take care of his other grown responsibilities, like yard work or cleaning house or drinking rum. Teacher Sis has slaves, i.e. children, to do some of those things, minus the rum drinking, so her time to run around with me is a little more free. I do not have to worry about doing those things because I do them before you get up in the morning. It’s not that I don’t want to sleep in, in fact I slept in until 7:00am this morning, it’s that my 100 pound alarm clock goes off sometime between 5:00am and 6:30am and the snooze button doesn’t work that well. Currently both of my siblings have left me in town alone. Jazz is in Ohio, Sis is in Arkadelphia. All alone. I guess I’ll work on notebooks or read. Happy Birthday Sis. More soon. ~SC


  1. TeacherSis says:

    Thank you for the tinfoil hat vibes…I thought maybe it was those voices coming back to me. The doctors said those wouldn’t come back (tic tic)… Pythagoras is alive and well, as is Fibonacci and his charts. They are my bitches…

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