Monday, October 13, 2008

The Best Birthday Gift

I just hung up the phone and had to share this little tid-bit.

While eating lunch at Jimmy John’s a message was left on my phone. As I don’t like to be interrupted while partaking in a Big John sandwich, I left the phone in my car for a peaceful and enjoyable meal. As my lunch buddy, Will-I-Am, and I jumped back into my gas-guzzling SUV “Gawaine”, I see my phone blinking and realize I have a voicemail message. Flipping open the bane of my existence I see that Spawnette has called…..or so I think. I figured that she called to wish me a Happy Birthday because she failed to do so over our morning cup of coffee and the hour it takes for her to get ready for school each morning.

Nope, not a call from Spawnette.

It’s a message from her history teacher.

From Spawnette’s phone.

History is currently her lowest GPA so this solidifies my thoughts and visions of Spawnette sitting in class texting instead of paying attention to the rise and fall of Sparta.

Again…..I am wrong.

I return the call as requested and this is what I am told.

“Hi Ally’s Mom, This is Mrs. World History Teacher.”

“What’d she do? Is she in trouble?” I quickly ask with the hopes of getting the humiliation over as fast as possible.

“Oh no, no, no, she’s not in trouble at all. In fact I wanted to thank you.” She responds.

lift of the right eyebrow “Thank me?”

“Yes”, she continues, “I had to leave the room for a moment to use the lady’s room and right before I left I put on he overhead what I thought were questions for the class to copy down and answer. Instead, I had unknowingly put the answers up and then left the room. Everyone noticed however, Spawnette was the only student to do anything. She went up to the front of the class and removed the answers from the overhead and replaced them with the questions. The other students proceeded to give her quite a bit of slack but she reminded them that they were there to learn, not cheat. I just wanted to take a moment thank you for instilling the integrity and honesty in your daughter that I am constantly preaching about in class. I wish I were able to make twenty more of these calls but I can’t. So thank you.”

Wow… that a cool call to get from a teacher or what.


(That’s a meat cake, YUM!)


Evil Genius said...

Here I was all set to wish you the happiest of birthdays, and then to congratulate you on the coolness of Spawnette, and I'm all excited and shit, cause yeah, I'm excitable like that, and THEN you have go and spoil it with a fucking MEAT CAKE???


Okay so...happy birthday anyway. And can I just have the frosting part?

just bob said...

Awwwww... you're a good mommy!

Save me some chicken over at the Cafe!

LceeL said...

Happy Birthday, Queenie. I can't believe you've been back so long and I've got all this catching up to do. Welcome back and sorry about the gov't work. But that is, after all, typical, isn't it?

Nice thing with the Spawnette. I mean, that is so COOL. I love it when the kids do something (rarely, I admit) that shows that they GET IT.

Leah said...

What a wonderful phone call!

And I think the meat cake looks incredibly delicious, but hey, that's just me...

Robyn said...

Happy Birthday indeed! What a great! Thanks for stopping by and leaving such a sweet comment! It meant a lot to me to read!

Attila The Mom said...

You must be so proud! LOL

Happy Birthday, Girlfriend!


Mrs. R said...

A meat cake?

Happy Birthday. Congratulations on your proud Mommy moment. I work with high schoolers, and for her to do something like that means you are definitely doing many things right.

HeatherOnTech said...

OK, so I'm a little bit late, but better late than never, right? HAPPY BIRTHDAY! And great job on the integrity stuff. I hope I'm lucky enough to get a call like that one day, but I'll settle for just not getting any of the kind you were expecting!

catscratch said...

That's some kid! Rare to find one not looking for the easy way out!

Good for her, AND good for you!

Bonnie the Boss said...

Happy Birthday!!!!!
You are doing something right! Doesn't that just warm the cockles of your heart?