Don’t get all excited. It’s not the kind of rock that you wear on your finger, around your throat or on your wrist. I got an ordinary rock. You know. The kind that you throw. Actually, since I’m a teacher, that was my first thought. The school administrator gave all of us teachers rocks to throw at the students. How useful and clever! The problem: we only got one rock each and I really needed a good ten or twelve rocks to make a real impact in our students’ education. Then I had another thought. Maybe the rocks were not to throw. Think of the liability! They surely didn’t want 150 teachers to go around throwing rocks, especially when the students aren’t allowed to give their graduation caps a good toss to celebrate the end of the ordeal we call public education. No. Maybe the rocks were a modern version of the coal in our stockings. That sounded more reasonable. We all got huge rocks in our mailboxes because the school system didn’t want to waste perfectly good lumps of goal on our pitiful selves. So, they went out somewhere, picked up about 200 rocks and put them in our mailboxes to make a point. Dang. That’s cold. I had to admit the the rock was kind of pretty. It was purple, crystal and if I was from the street, I’d take a hammer and make myself a pair of earings, a ring and maybe a necklace from my rock. Yeah. I could rock this purple rock. The rock started to grow on me. I’d use my anonymous gift as a paperweight. By the end of the day, I realized that the rock was a gift from a co-worker. Our own science teacher Mr. W. brought us the rocks, which were really amethysts from Brazil. Wow. I’m really starting love this rock. It’s funny how it was transformed from something to throw to something to cherish. Thank you Mr. W. I think that I’m going to refrain from throwing it (but it’s great to have it around just in case someone’s feeling froggy). Ha! I wonder if he could dig up some gold bullion bling for the last day of school.
Posted by Claudine in Make Money at Home