After complaining yesterday about guests that leave too quickly, I got the other kind yesterday. Those kids stayed three hours longer than they were supposed to. Oh well. Eventually they did go home.
But then my worst nightmare happened. A mom came to pick them up and we chatted while the boys got ready to leave. After a while I said, "I'm Jennifer, by the way."
"I know. We met at the UNBC teacher training day when we spoke about what parents want from their children's teachers."
Whoops!
How is it that everyone remembers me and I don't remember anyone? I've always been bad about that and here, in this small town, it's worse because I run into people I'm supposed to know all the time. I don't know about you, but I have to see someone four or five times before I get clear on their faces and I have to be told their names at least as many times or I can't get it straight. I hate that about myself. It's one of the reasons people think I'm such a snob until they get to know me pretty well - even after we've met once I don't say "hi" in public. They think I'm snubbing them. I just don't recognize them.
Today I'm walking around saying, "Bonnie. Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie." Whose mother is she? I haven't a clue. I'll tackle that next time, I guess....
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Haha! You know how some people have trouble with names, and then some people have trouble with faces - well, I have trouble with names and faces. I use humor, tell people I meet about my trouble with names and faces, and try my best to keep my husband nearby to help me out with names.
(And I've been anonymous for awhile, so I'll just sign XYZ so you know it's me)
There are a bunch of actors and actresses that I can't distinguish between because they all look the same to me. Al Pacino and Robert DiNero look like identical twins unless they're side by side, for example.
I use my husband for help, too.
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