I for Infatuation

I is for Infatuation.  My students are infatuated with the state of Texas.  I love being from Texas.  I lurve it.  The kids are fascinated by the fact I am a Texan.  They still repeat me every time I let a y’all slip out of my mouth. The word is so foreign to them, that they have to feel it roll off their tongue.  Last week I had an excellent conversation with one of my male students.

Student: Mrs. J, you are from Texas, right?

Me: I sure am.

Student: So you probably own a lot of guns, right?

Me: Not a lot, but sure, we own some guns.

Then yesterday, I have this conversation with another student.

Student: Mrs. J, in Texas they ride horses, right?

Me: Yes.

Student: To work?

Me: No, Goober!  Texans have cars too.

Student: Did you live on a farm when you were there?

Me: No, I lived in the city area.

Student: Were there farms everywhere?  Like the frontier?

Me: What?!? 

Student: I heard once that Texas people hang the Texas flag outside their homes, is that true?

Me: That is true.  Texas pride is like no other. 

Student: I wish I lived in Texas.

Me: You would be lucky to live in Texas. It’s a fabulous place. 

Student: <<long pause>> Mrs. J, are their real cowboys in Texas?  Like ones that wear the boots and everything?

Me: Jason, Texans are just like Connecticut people...just a little more friendly.  They still dress the same as you do, they have the same things as you do.  They aren’t stuck in the past.  They drive cars to work, and they don’t all wear cowboy hats everywhere.  They are normal people.

Student: Oh, so they aren’t like you?

Me: Zip it and start your Critical Thinking questions on page 543.

It just doesn't get better than being a proud Texan. I love and miss my home state!