there isn't a lot of money in revenge.

in case you were wondering, based upon the blog title, we are still in the first thirty minutes of the princess bride.

but more importantly, today...my cover was blown.

in that some kid figured out my first name.

it.was.terrible.

picture this:

so i'm in class, being the bad cop, if you will. (however, by bad cop, i just mean really sarcastic partner to my cooperating teacher who is nicer and silly. he's nice and silly, and im sarcastic and dont really take shit.)

so anyways. im being the somewhat bad cop (ahhh, now i feel better about that term)

and making sure kids are writing essays and such... and then, apparently, the kid who i had nicknamed "billy" because he refused to tell me his name (which if anything was an upgrade from "nothing")

anyways.. "billy" looked down at my glossy name badge.... ( my name badge is cool my name badge is glossy.... what chu know bout me, whatcha whatcha know bout me) ,

anyways, he looked at this glossy badge where my hair looks amazing ( i don't care what josh says, and volumptuous isn't a word... by the way....) and saw my name.

not just my last name folks, i'm talking full first and last name.

and it was then, that all my power was drained from within my fingertips.

have you seen... space jam? remember when those aliens come in and steal all those basketball players powers... and then they are confused, and look like they have something off about them?

that was me.

( if someone can find me my missing basketball with all my teaching powers, i would appreciate it.)

billy called me my real name and i was like, ....what? last time i checked you cannot call me that. it is either Ms.A or what everyone else calls me.

and you know what that little punk did?

he goes, ok (my.first.name.) i'll get back to work then.

in the room, im pretty sure all the students heard the signal he had just given the class to attack, and then it was a free-for-all.

what i wanted to do was punch the kid.

could i? no.

ugggggggggggh. tomorrow i am wearing my name badge backwards. all day.

try and guess my first name now! hah!

also-- since when is reading my name off of a badge such a big accomplishment anyways.

i should have said something like, "oh, congratulations. you can read."

would that have beeen too mean?

nahhh.