Sadly, it's fictional...
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| photo by NetAgra
Today I actually had a bad hair day...on purpose. Holly, my teaching teammate, and I had a rap-off. I was "Reddicaless Redd." Wearing a shirt that had been embellished, lovely rap-style pajama bottoms, and sporting major bling (a hubcap--on a chain around my neck --hat had shiny stones hot-glued all over it), I was quite a sight. I spray-painted highlights of bright red into my hair. It looked wretched. It looked tacky. It looked just right.
Surprisingly, this old dog had a few tricks up her sleeves. I'm old enough (with even a few extra years) to be Holly's mother, but victorious I was.
If you were a rapper, what would your name be? Or What good news have you received recently?
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You're a hoot.
ReplyDeleteIt takes one to know one, Lynn.
DeleteYou've got to be the coolest teacher ever. None of my teachers ever did anything fun like that! If you really love us, you'll post an actual photo. :P My story, "Hair to the Max" was also accepted! Yay! I have no idea what my rap name would be, but a couple years ago my son gave his grandpa a rap name: Papa Pizzle. Papa's reaction? "Oh, my. How revolting!" LOL
ReplyDeleteSeveral people took videos. I'll have to check about a photo. Of course, Reddicaless Redd charges for photos...
DeleteYipee! I'm going to be in the same book as Lisa Ricard Claro. Yahoo! (I look forward to reading your story. The title alone is intriguing.)
I don't have a rap name, but I've formed my own garage band called Mommy's Got a Headache.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness you had a good bad hair story. What if you had written about a teacher who took off her Crocs at school in order to wash her feet in the faculty restroom sink, and caught her big toe in the spigot? I suppose there would still be hunky firemen. But I haven't seen any anthologies about Bad Toe Days. Too bad. I have a rip-roarin' toe story as told to me by a student many years ago.
You can always share it via your blog...Is it a story handed down to your student from their toe-fathers?
DeleteIndeed! It WAS handed down by the student's toe-father. I might get around to it on Sunday. Unless, of course, something mundane, of little interest to anybody but me, occurs between now and then.
DeleteHere WE go again, red rapper. My bad hair paid off, too.
ReplyDeleteWoo hoo! You, Lisa Ricard Claro, me and who else do we know?
DeleteCongratulations! Sounds like it'll be a great anthology. Mine was rejected, but I got a very nice rejection email. Did someone think to take a picture of your rapper look?!?
ReplyDeleteHey, getting an actual response with your rejection is more than I've ever received. And I've been "rejected" a bunch lately. And you've got a story in the CS dog anthology that is coming out this month, and I sent in TWO submissions for that one. (Both lost out...)
DeleteMy principal recorded it on his ipad. Since I'm a techno-nincompoop, I'm not sure if photos can be "pulled" from a video, but I will ask. Even if that is NOT possible, Holly and I are going to have a rap-off every month (since it will be a grudge-match next for her) and I'll make sure and have a picture taken of me in all my splendor...
Someone paid for my lunch one day last week. I walked up and the guy at the register told me a gal had paid for mine already. Sweet!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great, unexpected gesture. A secret admirer? Did she have silver-white hair, brilliant dark eyes, a voice like a bird, and answers to the name Emmylou?
DeleteRapper name? Marshy-Marsh? I'd hate that so bad! When we were kids, my boy cousins called me Marshmallow Soup Skinny (rmy eal name is Marcia Sue Minney). So Marshmallow is obvious to use in some form. But because of all the marshmallows in my past, there is so longer any way Skinny would apply.
ReplyDeleteBut Marshy-Marsh brings to mind "Marky Mark," one of those NKOTB or other teenaged boy groups that my daughter squealed about.
ReplyDeleteI shudder to even mention rap in your presence, Marcia, since that might be one form of poetry you have not tried (and won countless prizes with).