One of my 7th graders always arrives in the most interesting vehicles. Her dad regularly picks up her & her brothers in a dune buggy, much to her embarrassment and the fascination of the other students: “Whoa! That’s cool!”
But this morning I laughed out loud all the way to my classroom when I saw a large delivery van pull up to the school door … and nothing happened. “Oh,” I thought, “that company is delivering early today.”
Behind me I heard the clink of a truck door open, and turned around expecting to see flats of Pepsi.
Children jumped out instead.
I write. I design. I cook. I read. I make music. I talk to people -- all kinds of people.
I used to teach and hopefully will do so again someday.
My dream job would be a cross between barrista and consultant, with a large helping of international travel and bohemian wandering through concerts, museums, galleries, and open spaces.
Somewhere back in time, my students started calling me "RameyLady" and the name stuck. I like it. There's a Ramey-man too. He's a much better writer but he seems to be too humble to share it with the world....at least, not yet.