Monday, February 05, 2007
This conversation took place this past Friday.
Student A: Mrs. P., who do you want to win this weekend?
Me: To be honest, I don't even know whose playing.
Student B: It's the colts and the bears.
Me: Oh. I don't know anything about either of those teams.
Student A: The bears are the best. Just say, 'the bears'.
Me: I'm not going to say that, because it isn't true.
Student B: Why do you hate football?
Me: I don't hate football; to hate it, I would have to care. I just don't care.
Student A: Is that why you didn't wear a football jersey today?
Student B: Yeah, how come you wore a triathlon team jersey?
Me: Because I only wear jerseys for teams I'm actually on.
Student B: So you must really hate football.
Me: No, I just don't care. I only watch sports when I know the people who are competing in them.
Student A: What kinds of sports are those? I mean, besides triathlon.
Me: I watch our school compete in sports, because I know some of the players, and I watch my son compete, and I watch some of my friends compete.
Student B: That sounds borrrrring.
Me: I think sitting in a chair instead of being outside is boring.
Student A: Is that why you hate it? Because you think its boring?
Me: I told you; I don't hate it. I just don't care.
Student A: But it's easy, though. It's a lot easier to watch football than go out and run around.
Me: You got that right.
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