Do you think my project has ulterior motives?
Ulterior motives that would get me and my daughter … but mostly me … in on good terms with her sixth grade teacher.
Can I share a little secret with you?
I’m a teacher’s pet.
Please don’t hate me. It’ not like I tried to be a teacher’s pet. Well, at least not at first …
I think it all started out of pity. Up until high school I was tiny. Teeny tiny. Runt of the class tiny.
Oh, and I was blind. As a bat. So I wore glasses. Teeny tiny little runt Linda with her big old Coke-bottle-glass-plastic-framed glasses.
So, much like the runt of the litter, there was an underdog vibe enveloping elementary and junior high school me.
As I grew older … and bigger … I’d become accustomed to my teacher’s pet status. And I wasn’t too keen to give it up …
So I added in that straight A thing. What teacher doesn’t like a straight A student? Especially a straight A student who could do a perfect cartwheel with straight legs and pointed toes?
And when I finally worked up the nerve to speak …
… I was painfully shy in my early years …
… it turned out I had a sense of humor too.
Straight A’s. Straight cartwheel legs. Straight man. Or would it be woman? Okay, more like girl …
I mean what teacher wouldn’t find me irresistible?
So now I’ll share a little secret with you …
… a seriously easy brown-nose-worthy teachers-pet-guaranteed pencil vase.
All you need are dollar store pencils. A soup can. And a glue gun. Oh, and for step #4, I put a bead of glue around the pencils along the bottom of the can …
… just a little A+ tip from a straight A student to give those pencils a bit more staying power.
My daughter loved it and happily presented it to her teacher on the first day of school last Tuesday …
… she (and I) are so in …
My son, on the other hand, remarked “hey, that would come in handy if I had a large circle I needed to erase.”
Yeah, that kind of snark will not win him teacher’s pet status …
... though it did crack up his not-quite-so-straight-laced mom.
