Mrs. McCreepy

Everyone around here is in a snow frenzy. Not that a single flake has fallen, but there's like a 70% chance, so everyone is going nuts thinking it will happen.

Not that I am completely innocent. I am just as guilty of getting overly excited about the thought of snow.

But I still have a sense of reality, and I am still skeptical of whether or not it will actually snow tomorrow. And I really have no faith in school being cancelled or shortened because of it.

Though, I wouldn't be opposed.

Anyways, the thought of a possibility of snow made our school double check the phone tree of phone numbers we call in the event school is cancelled. The way our phone tree works, it branches out from the principal, and then each person calls the next on the list. As luck would have it, I was given my arch nemesis to call in the event of school being cancelled or delayed. This is the inclusion teacher for one of my classes, so therefore I have to spend one hour of every single day with this guy. I've actually blogged about his odd side job before, if you've forgotten, here it is.

So maybe he's not my "arch nemesis," but he isn't someone I would like to call on the phone. It kinda creeps me out that I have to keep his number in my phone for such an occasion to possibly occur.

But today when they were asking if anyone's numbers had changed since the summer, he was one that it had. So I promptly changed the number in my phone. But when he got to my room for class he was asking me if I got his new number and I was telling him that I did and had already changed it in my phone. I guess this one student overheard us.

Let me first say that this kid is in special education. So things might not be as clear to him as most students. For one, he calls this guy Mr. Mc________. When there really is no "Mc" to his name at all. We've just both embraced it and I've almost called him Mr. "Mc_____" because I am so used to it. I actually kinda think it's cute.

(The fact that he calls him that, not the teacher.)

Anyways, so this student came up to us and asked, "Mr. Mc_______, are you two married?"

I almost vomited. I mean, I know we were all giddy talking about probable snow and talking about exchanging phone numbers, BUT MARRIED????

So Mr. Mc______ (haha) explained to him that my last name was Jones and that was the biggest sign that we weren't married. He did further explain that we just worked together and that did not constitute marriage.

But wow. JUST WOW.