The great Glinski story
Okay, it's time to share my Mr. Glinski story. As I mentioned a few days ago, Mr. Glinski was the student teacher for my sixth grade class. I would have to say that, if you're a young student teacher, sixth grade is probably not the most enjoyable place to student teach. We didn't exactly see him as an equal ... but we also didn't see him as a teacher. I remember my group of girlfriends doing things like "getting mad" at Mr. Glinski and refusing to speak to him for a couple of days and ignoring him at recess. Seriously. Or deciding he wasn't being fair, and keeping a spreadsheet of who he called on during class. I can't remember the other things we might have done, but his first teaching job after college was in kindergarten. Ha.
Despite those happenings, we really were pretty fond of Mr. Glinski. He was a nice guy. He liked to make jokes (maybe that was part of the problem) and he always signed papers and things with his signature smiley face.
On the last day of sixth grade, Allison, Melissa, Kim and I decided we'd leave for school early, stop at Burger King (I think it was Burger King) and bring breakfast to school for our regular teacher, Mrs. Thompson, as well as Mr. Glinski. Both of them were surprised and pleased, and I didn't think any more about it until a couple of weeks after school let out, when I received a thank-you card in the mail from Mr. Glinski.
It was a nice little card - I can't remember what was on the front, but the message inside will live in infamy for years and years to come. Poor Mr. Glinski was just trying to be polite ... one can only assume ... and I think he meant to write "I just wanted to thank you for the breakfast treat on the last day of school." But that's not what he wrote. No, the message in my card said the following:
I just wanted you for the breakfast treat on the last day of school.
-Mr. Glinski
[signature smiley face]
I really wish I could have shown it to him in person and asked what, exactly, he meant to suggest. Oh man. I really need to find it and scan it - I know I saved it - because the little smiley face at the end just brings it all together.
Despite those happenings, we really were pretty fond of Mr. Glinski. He was a nice guy. He liked to make jokes (maybe that was part of the problem) and he always signed papers and things with his signature smiley face.
On the last day of sixth grade, Allison, Melissa, Kim and I decided we'd leave for school early, stop at Burger King (I think it was Burger King) and bring breakfast to school for our regular teacher, Mrs. Thompson, as well as Mr. Glinski. Both of them were surprised and pleased, and I didn't think any more about it until a couple of weeks after school let out, when I received a thank-you card in the mail from Mr. Glinski.
It was a nice little card - I can't remember what was on the front, but the message inside will live in infamy for years and years to come. Poor Mr. Glinski was just trying to be polite ... one can only assume ... and I think he meant to write "I just wanted to thank you for the breakfast treat on the last day of school." But that's not what he wrote. No, the message in my card said the following:
I just wanted you for the breakfast treat on the last day of school.
-Mr. Glinski
[signature smiley face]
I really wish I could have shown it to him in person and asked what, exactly, he meant to suggest. Oh man. I really need to find it and scan it - I know I saved it - because the little smiley face at the end just brings it all together.
Labels: elementary school
posted by BeeKay at 7:29 PM
1 Comments:
HILARIOUS! I love it when people write things wrong. I can't wait to find my yearbooks someday. I'm jealous.
Dude, was he the one with the round glasses?
No, that was Mr. Lovel from Lincoln.
Nevermind.
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