I had myself a Ferris Bueller moment last Thursday. Not, alas, because I took the day off school and drove around San Francisco in a 1961 Ferrari, but because I turned into Ben Stein's Econ teacher. Not my proudest moment, but it was like being on a runaway train...I knew there was a painful end to it all, but there was nothing I could do.
I'm sure most of you remember the movie and the part where Ben Stein's character is trying to engage his students and ends up giving them all the answers, punctuated with "Anyone? Anyone? The Smoot-Hawley Act". And so on. I was attempting to get a chart completed that had to do with US land acquisitions in the 19th century, and they had DONE a map of the same the day before. So, yes, I found myself saying things like "And so the U.S. bought...anyone? The Louisiana Territory. In...anyone? 18...anyone? 03". And so on.
It didn't really dawn on me what had happened until I saw the pictures from our most recent Seattle trip, during which time we watched Ferris Bueller, and it hit me. I had become...an adult. And a damn boring one, at that. The truth is a bludgeon of pain. Alack.
On a cheerier note, we found a babysitter for tonight. Huzzah.
by at February 22, 2003 2:31 PM