-->
Hollow Tree Ventures parenting humor
Follow the Hollow Tree on Facebook!Follow the tweets!Let's pin together!Look! Square pictures!Google Plus us!HTV's on the YouTube, too!Subscribe via RSS feed!Get yourself some Bloglovin'!I'll send htv to your email inbox!

Making Nerdy Cool - a confession and a #giveaway

I'm lucky; I had a lot of great teachers over the 4 zillion years (give or take) I spent in school. I also had a few duds (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE), but I'll save those stories for another time... Right now, I'm going to tell you all about what a nerd I was in middle school.


Oh my word, what a pack of dorks we were. I say that with love, because we were (and probably still are) the dorkiest dorks in the history of dorkdom, and we knew/know it. I was going to blur out our dorky faces, but it looks like the crappy quality of 25-year-old Polaroid film has taken care of that for me. Nevertheless, you can still make out the details.

The pegged, pleated, acid washed jeans.

The Ked-splosions erupting all over our feet.

The not-quite-huge-enough hair during the huge-hair era.

The overall squareness.

The fact that we used 50's slang like "square" in the 80's.

And the biggest dork of all, sporting a T-shirt with rolled-up sleeves tucked into bright red (not neon - that would've been too hip) capris. Note: as you might recall, capris were not fashionable 25 years ago.

Suffice it to say, we were not exactly the cool kids. We were the smart kids. The nerds.

I embrace my nerdiness now, but at that tender, gawky age when everyone just wants to fit in, being a misfit was tough to take.

Luckily, the whole group of us in Nerd Class (it was actually called IDEA, which stood for something smart, though I'm apparently not quite smart enough to remember what) had a great teacher - Mr. Todd. He created an environment where brains were cool. Where smart was funny. Where we were safe from the scrutiny of non-nerds, completely free to let our dork flags fly. Where creativity was encouraged and rewarded, even though I'm pretty sure the rest of the school would have shoved us in our lockers for doing stuff like video taping an elaborate courtroom drama involving wigs and watermelon seeds (don't ask, but trust me, it was HILARIOUS) (and educational).

It was because of Mr. Todd's guidance that I was finally able to embrace my inner nerd and frolic with her in metaphorical fields of algebraic equations and classic literature, although if I'm being completely honest, I always kind of sucked at algebra and (obviously) at writing metaphors, too.

Anyway, I'd like to thank Mr. Todd for inspiring me to be myself, regardless of how repellent Myself was to the rest of society, and for creating a fun, safe space within the Concrete Hive of Peer Judgement known as middle school. How would we have survived without his class? I can't imagine.

I bet you know a teacher who could use some thanking, too! Here's a little video about why we need to thank teachers for all they do, in case "because they're awesome and they shape the future and also because they put up with our children five days a week" wasn't obvious enough.



Oh wait, one more thing - we're giving away a $50 Amex gift card for one of you lucky folks, PLUS a $100 Staples gift card for your favorite teacher. Because, is there a better way to say "Hey, thanks, favorite teacher!" than with money? No. The answer is no, there isn't a better way - especially when you get money, too! So enter via the Rafflecopter below now through May 13, 2014 and #ThankaTeacher. Good luck!

a Rafflecopter giveaway


Special thanks to Kronos Incorporated and their #ThankaTeacher campaign for sponsoring this nifty giveaway and this heartfelt, deeply touching, probably life-altering, Pulitzer-quality story about my youth.

I hope you enjoyed yourself while you were here - and I hope you come back! Please share inappropriate giggles with me on Pinterest, Twitter, and Facebook, or subscribe via email so you don't miss a thing!


0 comments:

Post a Comment

Thank you for commenting - you're awesome! I mean, even if you're a jerk, at least it means you read my blog. RIGHT?!?