Can of Worms

So, yesterday I opened a can of worms with my students. It's funny, because it was the last day of school. I didn't expect anything like that to happen, which clearly means I didn't think things all the way through.

Yesterday was the school talent show. I put it together, planned it, had the students sign up, etc. I even had them come show me their acts to make sure they were appropriate. Well, there were 22 acts that signed up and got screened. I figured it would be a little over an hour. Then yesterday, I had 2 acts change their minds and decide not to perform. That's fine. It was their choice. We had dancers, singers, a juggler, pianists, actors (do they qualify as actors if it's that skit where one person is the body and the other is the arms?), and two girls even did a pretty cool handshake (it was sort of stomp-like, with rhythm and such). It was a great show. I was so proud of all of my students.

Now, here's where the can of worms comes in. My friend Valerie, who I love dearly and miss a lot, sang a song called "Taylor, the Latte Boy" for her recital in college. It is a great song, for anyone who's never heard it. Check it out here: Kristin Chenoweth singing "Taylor, the Latte Boy"
I enjoyed Valerie's performance so much, that when I worked at Idyllwild Arts Summer Program a few years back, I decided to perform the song for the staff talent show at the beginning of our Family Camp, and then again at "Sharing" in Children's Center. Whatever. It's a cool song. I probably didn't sing it half as well as Valerie or Kristin Chenoweth. Who cares, I had fun with it.

So, when I woke up yesterday, I decided to go ahead and sing it at the end of the talent show yesterday. This is where the can of worms opened. I expected everyone to laugh at it, and they did. What I didn't anticipate were all of the questions afterward. "Miss Wilson, who's Taylor?" "Can we meet Taylor?" "Which Starbucks does he work at?" "Miss Wilson, did you write that song?"

Yep, the students thought there really truly was a Taylor. "There is no Taylor!" I think I said that about 20 times yesterday, and not just to students! Their parents and my coworkers were asking, too! One of the parents even said that there's a guy named Taylor at one of the Starbucks locations here in Oregon City. Great. Now everyone is going to start rumors about me and this Taylor. I told my mom last night when I was telling her about it that I hope he's at least 18, so it's legal. Otherwise, someone might start some NASTY rumors. Ha. Our school secretary is a wonderful lady, and usually we get along great. I still love her after yesterday, but she apparently was telling everyone who asked that it was a true story. Gee, thanks Leslie! :) Haha. She even suggested that at next year's talent show I write a sequel to complete the "Taylor saga". Um...there is no Taylor saga! How can I complete a saga that doesn't exist? Maybe I should call up Kristin Chenoweth and ask her for help? Of course, I'd never get to actually talk with her. She's too busy being famous.

It was very entertaining, to say the least. I'm just hoping all the worms find their way back into the can so I can put the lid back on by September. I don't want anyone to ask me how Taylor is when school starts up again. :)

My favorite response to the song yesterday, though, was from one of the fourth graders. Well, I guess she's a fifth grader now? She came up to me after the talent show and said, "Miss Wilson! I was expecting you to end the song by saying that one day you went in and ordered a frappuccino and broke up with him!" Haha. The mind of a 10 year old. :)

I hope this blog brought a smile to your face, or maybe even a laugh or two? I enjoyed writing it, even if I'm not too fond of people speculating about my love life (or lack of love life?) at work-no matter who it is!

By the way, I am attempting a "heavy" read as my first official book of the summer. It may take me a little longer than Tangerine to complete. Be prepared in the next week or so for a review (I hope!).