Now that the fog of week-before-spring-break is beginning to lift from my brain I can finally get to telling some of the latest priceless moments from my little corner of life...
I teach a group of kids success/college skills at the high school where I teach English. It's a group for kids that are intelligent and motivated but for some reason don't have the same advantages as other kids when it comes to knowing how to "do school" or get in to college (parents from another country, parents didn't finish school, etc.). Part of the program is to take the kids on two college visits per year to give them a chance to see schools as their parents may not be able to take them themselves. The coordinator of this program at my school is a short Costa Rican man who epitomizes the Napoleonic complex. He thinks he is God's gift to... well, everything. It's pretty funny. Well, Napoleon here is the only one of us that was dumb enough to get a bus driver's license so he has to take us on these trips (I draw the line at driving 30 teens in a tin can on steroids).
So, Napoleon is driving along using his little navigation system thingie that he thinks makes him super cool. The fact of the matter is that he just has no idea where he is going, though prior to the trip he acted like he pretty much owned the college. We're in the middle of B-F-nowhere in rural NC and it's time to get on the interstate. The navigation system (the same type Miss Sylvia calls "the bitch") tells Napoleon to keep left. Ignoring the big red signs that say... oh something or another... he keeps left.
Yes, our behemoth tin can began barrelling down the interstate going the WRONG WAY. MORON! The kids in the back are screaming (they don't even have driver's licenses yet, but somehow THEY were smart enough to read the signs...), and Napoleon says, in his little accent, "I think I did something rrreally bad." YA THINK? So he pulls over to the shoulder before any near misses, thank God. Pondering his choices, he decides to attempt a three point turn in the grass. Um yeah. So we got stuck of COURSE. We can't go back, but we can go forward, so we took our overgrown grocery container off-roading back to the off-ramp that we had just used as an on-ramp. NICE JOB! I was just controlling the impulse to lay down in the isle and literally roll around laughing at this little Waterloo.
Twenty or so minutes later we go for a potty stop at McD's. I go in for some coffee as I am an ADULT. Napoleon has the gall, upon my return, to make a comment about not wanting any delays. I said, "Hey, buddy, I didn't drive the wrong way on the interstate..." He didn't have anything else to say about my coffee :).
I teach a group of kids success/college skills at the high school where I teach English. It's a group for kids that are intelligent and motivated but for some reason don't have the same advantages as other kids when it comes to knowing how to "do school" or get in to college (parents from another country, parents didn't finish school, etc.). Part of the program is to take the kids on two college visits per year to give them a chance to see schools as their parents may not be able to take them themselves. The coordinator of this program at my school is a short Costa Rican man who epitomizes the Napoleonic complex. He thinks he is God's gift to... well, everything. It's pretty funny. Well, Napoleon here is the only one of us that was dumb enough to get a bus driver's license so he has to take us on these trips (I draw the line at driving 30 teens in a tin can on steroids).
So, Napoleon is driving along using his little navigation system thingie that he thinks makes him super cool. The fact of the matter is that he just has no idea where he is going, though prior to the trip he acted like he pretty much owned the college. We're in the middle of B-F-nowhere in rural NC and it's time to get on the interstate. The navigation system (the same type Miss Sylvia calls "the bitch") tells Napoleon to keep left. Ignoring the big red signs that say... oh something or another... he keeps left.
Yes, our behemoth tin can began barrelling down the interstate going the WRONG WAY. MORON! The kids in the back are screaming (they don't even have driver's licenses yet, but somehow THEY were smart enough to read the signs...), and Napoleon says, in his little accent, "I think I did something rrreally bad." YA THINK? So he pulls over to the shoulder before any near misses, thank God. Pondering his choices, he decides to attempt a three point turn in the grass. Um yeah. So we got stuck of COURSE. We can't go back, but we can go forward, so we took our overgrown grocery container off-roading back to the off-ramp that we had just used as an on-ramp. NICE JOB! I was just controlling the impulse to lay down in the isle and literally roll around laughing at this little Waterloo.
Twenty or so minutes later we go for a potty stop at McD's. I go in for some coffee as I am an ADULT. Napoleon has the gall, upon my return, to make a comment about not wanting any delays. I said, "Hey, buddy, I didn't drive the wrong way on the interstate..." He didn't have anything else to say about my coffee :).
Haha!
I hate GPS devices in general. It's always better to have at least two copies of directions.
Anyway, you guys should just come and visit my school. You don't have to get on the interstate to do that. :)
So true! And we will, I think next year.
now that was funny, why no share this at home?
forgot about it; I was totally brain addled.
Just the visual of such a little man driving a huge bus gives me pause.
Now I'm thinking he shouldn't be allowed anywhere near anything vehicular.
SDMomma - you are so right. FIRST of all he drives this little yellow car that used to have a common Spanish colloquialism for "small penis" as the vanity plate. This leads me to believe he is not really from Costa Rica, but rather, say, Kentucky? and is just fooling us. Further, in the past when I have ridden in a car with him he punches the gas pedal in a rhythm that truly makes me ill!!