The countdown is on- next week the meetings begin, and after Labor Day the kids arrive, so I'm starting to get my chalks in a row. Yesterday I went through my closet and weeded out the ill-fitting and just plain ugly, took cold weather stuff and put it in the guest room closet so as to give everything room to breathe, and even wrote up a list of what I'll wear the first week of school. (Did I mention daycare started yesterday?) I had a meeting with the Bossman, unpacked some boxes in my classroom, sent postcards to my new students, and finished up my summer reading. So now it's time to think about what we'll do on Day One. And so I give you Two Truths and a Lie, a game I sometimes play with the kiddos to loosen them up (and to spot the good liars right off the bat- helpful info).
Behold three things about me. In this case all fall under the category of "wacky exploits."
1. When I was nine, my best friend Conan and I formed a "Goonies" club inspired by the brilliant film by the same name. In search of adventure, we climbed to the roof of Chief Justice Warren Berger's home, whereby I lowered Conan by means of a rope we found in his shed into one of the upper floor windows. He emerged breathless from the front door claiming to have seen bullet holes in the Chief Justice's briefcase. We had to disband the club when we were caught stealing tires out of a neighbor's backyard and painting them yellow with a green "Goonies" logo.
2. I spent the summer of 1997 in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. On my birthday, my rock band frontman Mexican boyfriend Paco took me to the bullfights, where I watched a 12 year-old blond sensation kneel in front of, put his elbow on the head of, and finally dispatch with an understandably angry bull named Campanero. Maybe it was my rowdy cohorts who drew his attention, but it was somehow relayed that it was my birthday, and I was awarded with the coveted ear of Campanero. Which I refused to touch.
3. After three weeks spent studying whales in the Gulf of California, I took a bus across Baja to a small town called Todos Santos, known for its artists. From there I hitchhiked out to the beach with an odd little man in an odd little car whose intentions were somewhat suspect. He left me to find my own way back, and so I ended up in the back of a pickup truck with two fishermen, Carlos and Hector, and a giant grouper. They were much better company than the odd little man- including the fish.
Can you spot the lie?
I'd love to see what you all come up with, so if you're so inclined, try a TTAAL post on your blog and tell me about it so that I can come guess!