Sunday, March 9, 2008
(A)Miss Cook
I called my blog as I did because last Wednesday I had an amusing thing happen in class. Over the intercom Paul Messersmith sounded, "Mrs. Stanley." I replied, "No, Mrs. Cook." Pause. "Miss Cook." Pause. "Cook." Messersmith said, "Oops, wrong room." When our conversation ended, my students stared at me as though I was a lunatic. I smiled and said, "Oh, man, I forgot that I was a miss." One student heard "amiss" instead, and laughed at my would-be pun. So, I suppose, being the unmarried in my family who is of a certain age, I am an "amiss" Cook. Or, more optimistically, I so often forget that I have a first name, because I am always Miss Cook. :)
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