be nice to nerds
I gave three "Me In A Bag" assignments this year, almost one per quarter. Finally the kids said, "YOU do one." Among other things, they asked for a home video from my very own 5th grade, so I brought them "The Pied Piper of Hamelin," produced by Room 18 and the still-sublime Karen Yamamoto Hackler. I'm unrecognizable as a 10-year-old, so I had fun refusing to tell them which kid I was for awhile. They finally narrowed it down to the kings' advisors, and they had to decide between the normal-looking one and the short, chubby one with the geek glasses and the costume that bunched in the middle.
"THAT one?!"
"Yep. See? Be nice to nerds," I advised.
"'Cause they grow up to be pretty!" Roberto blurted.
Oops, said his face.
I love my kids.
3 comments:
NERDS! NERRRRDS!
I would've like to seen the 10yo version of you. That would've kept me laughing for... years probably. I'm easily amused.
hey hey hey! BE NICE TO NERDS!!!
It's not like I hung any upside down from the balcony of my fraternity when I was in college... Or did I? I don't think my frat had a balcony.
Hey, I'm nice to certain people, regardless of their religion. Is nerd a religion?
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