Sometimes I wonder if the generation that I work with has ever seen the movie “Bambie”. Because if they have, I think they have missed one of the essential lessons that movie seeks to teach young children. One smart reared child in my class decided that I am an old maid and that I am nearly past the years of child bearing. She told me, not just that I was old, but that I was *$%@ing old. REALLY? Since when is 25 *$%@ing old? What would possess you, to make you think that saying something like that was okay? So here's to you... I think i may hang an "old people crossing" sign up in my room, since I am so near death and didn't even realize it.
