When I Grow Up…

26 Jan

(Here’s the reply the teacher received the following day)

Dear Mrs. Jones, I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn’t show me dancing around a pole. It’s supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in. Sincerely, Mrs. Smith

P.S. This is an email forward..it DID NOT happen in my class…although that would have been hysterical!

3 Responses to “When I Grow Up…”

  1. The Gustafson Family January 26, 2009 at 7:26 pm #

    That’s hilarious! I love the mom’s reply!

  2. mormonhermitmom February 4, 2009 at 3:36 pm #

    Hi. I found your blog on feedjit. I thought this was just hilarious!I had a student who was reading “To Sir With Love” about a British school teacher. She asked me, “So where does this guy live? I can’t tell if he lives in London or in England.”

  3. Momof5 February 5, 2009 at 3:10 pm #

    I love this email! As a teacher, I’m sure you hear and see stories of home that make you wonder….. I used to cringe when my kids would start to tell a story in public about our lives. Love the blog!

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