You can take a girl out of the South...
Me: Next Tuesday will be an ISAT day again. (And, this is AFTER explaining that daylight savings time is in effect on Monday...which they totally don't get. It took more than 5 minutes.)
kid: Next Tuesday? I thought it was this Tuesday.
Me: This Tuesday? No, this Tuesday we were practicing. We had the tests on Wednesday and Thursday. It will be next Tuesday and Wednesday when we test again.
kids: but??? (Confused looks on many faces)
me: (Clueless) Tuesday! Today is Friday, then the weekend, then Monday and Tuesday.
kids: Yeah, that's what we said, this Tuesday.
me: Next Tuesday. The one that is coming. (Finally gaining comprehension) Oops. I forgot. I grew up in the South. Next Tuesday would mean the one that is coming next.
kids: (Now they're clueless) What???
me: Never mind, it's the way we'd say it in the South. (I caught a smile on one girl's face, and she was nodding.) (To her) You've lived in the South?
Girl: Yes. In Texas.
me: (To the class) We will test on Tuesday, March 11 & Wednesday, March 12. Everybody get it?
kids: Yeah! (With a "duh" in their voices)
me: I'll try to not let my "Southern" slip out again. (A big smile from the Texas girl)
me: (To the Texan) You'll have to let me know next time! (She smiles again!)
Growing up, I only ate "Lunch" at school. At home it was breakfast, dinner and supper.
So, if any of Y'all come for dinner Sunday, we eat at 1:00 p.m. (If you read this on Monday) That would be next Sunday for dinner. March 16 at 1 pm.
Now I'm sorry for all of you who have lived above the Mason-Dixon line your entire life. It makes no sense to say "next" if you skip the next one to get to "next." That just doesn't compute!! I left the South in 1966, and I still can't get that one!!!! It must be in the DNA!
Y'all come back now. Y'hear?
A conversation with my 8th graders on Friday:
Me: Next Tuesday will be an ISAT day again. (And, this is AFTER explaining that daylight savings time is in effect on Monday...which they totally don't get. It took more than 5 minutes.)
kid: Next Tuesday? I thought it was this Tuesday.
Me: This Tuesday? No, this Tuesday we were practicing. We had the tests on Wednesday and Thursday. It will be next Tuesday and Wednesday when we test again.
kids: but??? (Confused looks on many faces)
me: (Clueless) Tuesday! Today is Friday, then the weekend, then Monday and Tuesday.
kids: Yeah, that's what we said, this Tuesday.
me: Next Tuesday. The one that is coming. (Finally gaining comprehension) Oops. I forgot. I grew up in the South. Next Tuesday would mean the one that is coming next.
kids: (Now they're clueless) What???
me: Never mind, it's the way we'd say it in the South. (I caught a smile on one girl's face, and she was nodding.) (To her) You've lived in the South?
Girl: Yes. In Texas.
me: (To the class) We will test on Tuesday, March 11 & Wednesday, March 12. Everybody get it?
kids: Yeah! (With a "duh" in their voices)
me: I'll try to not let my "Southern" slip out again. (A big smile from the Texas girl)
me: (To the Texan) You'll have to let me know next time! (She smiles again!)
Growing up, I only ate "Lunch" at school. At home it was breakfast, dinner and supper.
So, if any of Y'all come for dinner Sunday, we eat at 1:00 p.m. (If you read this on Monday) That would be next Sunday for dinner. March 16 at 1 pm.
Now I'm sorry for all of you who have lived above the Mason-Dixon line your entire life. It makes no sense to say "next" if you skip the next one to get to "next." That just doesn't compute!! I left the South in 1966, and I still can't get that one!!!! It must be in the DNA!
Y'all come back now. Y'hear?
4 comments:
LOL, guess I'm not from the South.
I loved reading this ‘exchange’ … even though I’m not from the South (being a native to Southern California) … it brings back mem’ries of similar classroom conversations with 8th graders ;--)
Just so you know … I left a little ‘bling’ for you at Small Reflections on Saturday (last … as in yesterday, March 8th). LOL
Hugs and blessings,
Funny. I'm in Indiana, and I say dinner and supper, and my kids look at me like I'm weird.
I got a kick out of this :)
And PJ, I just want to thank you for laughing at my Vaseline post. It was supposed to be funny, but most of the commenters were more grossed out than laughing. I guess it wasn't as funny as I thought...but thank you for laughing with me, I thought the story was really funny.
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