Patrice and I are on our way to “NOLA”, “The Big Easy”….. New Orleans. I will be attending the annual meeting of the American College of Physicians. This is a wonderful meeting full of a variety of lectures geared toward improving patient care. But let’s be honest, I really want to visit Irene’s, Elizabeth’s, Muriel’s and Loretta’s. No, those are not ex-girlfriends but rather a few of the great restaurants we love in this town. Please follow along and remember when it comes to eating, do what I say not what I do.
Before departing we had a very scary experience. Patrice and I decided to live dangerously before we left on our trip and we volunteered to work in Lindsay’s class. Our precious daughter, Lindsay, is doing a student teaching rotation at one of our local schools and she needed our help. So before leaving for LAX we found ourselves surrounded by a group of kindergarteners. What could be more scary than that? After signing in at the office and promising that we were not pedophiles or in possession of any automatic weapons it was onto Lindsay’s class. I couldn’t have been more proud watching my little girl welcome all her students and interacting with the parents. Hearing the room mother say “She’s terrific” was pretty nice too. Then the terror set it.
Lindsay directed me to my table where I reviewed my instructions. I was to have 6 students to direct in their activity. The whole session was to last 45 minutes. My only question was could I last that long?
While Lindsay was performing her initial duties I had a chance to scan the class to see with whom I might be working. Hmmm, will I have to work with the blond kid who hasn’t stopped talking since he arrived? Oh maybe the little charmer in the front who is sitting patiently with her legs crossed and her hands in her lap? Just please don’t let it be the kid in the back who has been exploring his nose and eating his discoveries.
I got my charges and I’m happy to report that things went somewhat smoothly. I finished without killing any of the children. But I did make one of them cry by taking away the pencil that he was swinging around. I might have upset him but I think the girl sitting next to him (and her parents) were very grateful.
Now it’s on to NOLA.
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