On the DMN‘s Education Blog yesterday, reporter Matthew Haag took Zaragoza Elementary School to task for its outdoor sign. The sign read:
Teachre of the Year
Miss. Salazar Assistance
Teacher of the Year
I drove past Zaragoza Elementary School in Dallas ISD this morning and did a double-take when I saw the school’s sign. Of course, the word is spelled teacher — not “teachre.” And the position is assistant teacher — not “assitance teacher.”
Of course, the word is spelled assistance — not “assitance.”
UPDATE: So I’ve been informed this is technically not a misspelling, since you can’t misspell a misspelled word. Let’s go with, mistranscription?
Earlier today, I posted an open letter to Derek Holland in which I took issue with the young man’s comedy stylings in the dugout during last night’s game. It wasn’t that I thought Holland’s impression of Harry Caray was bad. I just thought it was delivered at the wrong time. And, yes, as several commenters pointed out, Joe Buck and the Fox crew deserve much of the blame for asking Holland to do his impression in the first place. Many of the commenters had good points, and they were expressed politely and with good intentions.
One commenter, however, didn’t play nice. I did not approve his remarks, but here is what he wrote, using the handle “Mrs. Tim Rogers”:
Eat a bag of dicks and choke on them and die.
The best part? He submitted this comment using his work email address (I checked the IP address, too). This guy works for a very large local organization. I will not name the firm. Nor will I name the commenter. The guy doesn’t deserve to lose his job over this small matter. He’s a Rangers fan, right? We’re all in this thing together. Anyway, I tracked the guy down and gave him a call at work. Enjoy.
If you have fewer followers on Twitter than, say, Tim Rogers, who only ever tweets about Cane Rosso pizza and his reaction to week-oldÂ New York Times stories, you’re probably not exactly getting your message out. So, even though he’ll probably let this thing play out, it’s best to come up with some jobs he can do when it all falls apart.
It’s right here, courtesy of Evan Grant. A taste:
“Departures? Totally get it because at a funeral you’re saying goodbye to someone for the last time. But an arrival is merely saying hello to someone you’ll see the rest of your life.”
Fact: Like the author, I’ve never been a father, but I’m aware kids don’t pop out of Easy Bake Ovens. They come from humans and in an often long and painful birthing process. Sometimes serious complications arise. And if there isn’t a complication, well, then a father has been there for the creation of life. There can’t possibly be a more emotional moment in one’s life than that, can there?
But, really, the main reason to read it is because Evan uses facts. Why Lewis actually missed his turn in the rotation, for instance, and exactly what he offered to do. Because he is a good teammate.