Have You Ever Done Acid?

This week is National Teacher Appreciation Week.   Not quite a Hallmark holiday,  but it is nice when people notice that you are doing a good job.  At our school, a whole week of festivities were organized--including five casual-dress days.  Such as pajama day, Hawaiian shirt day--you get the picture.

Well, I didn't do pajama day, that just isn't me.  Ok, it wasn't pajama day, it was flannel pants day--or anything with elastic day--but that still isn't me.  Today, however, I wore this really trippy batik, sort of; tie die, sort of shirt, with a pair of really comfortable jeans.  (That is me!)

I had not more than started teaching my first hour class.  (It is a marketing class (which I really love to teach), and I have a fabulous group of human being that I just love.) So, I am in the middle of a brilliant thought, and one of my more precocious students, called out, "Mr. Miller, have you ever done acid?"

Of course, everything screeched to a halt.  I must have gotten this shocked look on my face, because all of the students were staring at me, waiting for a response.

"No, why do you ask?" I inquired.

"Because your shirt is so trippy!  You are a baby boomer, and only boomers and people who do acid wear shirts like that!"

What more could I say?

So my response was, "As I was saying about Chapter 12 . . ."