Mysterious Visitor

Remember when you were in middle school or high school and every once in a while there was a random adult sitting in on your class. That's going to be me today. I am up and Adam (I know) en route to the South Bronx to pay a visit to my friend Michael’s 7th grade, middle school classroom. I’m quite excited to see him teach. I must admit it is going to be difficult not to sabotage the 7-month long effort he’s made to gain the respect and admiration of his students by recounting stories of our high school misadventures and academic indiscretions. I am sure when he tells his students that I am a comedian they are going to try to convince me to tell some jokes. Maybe I’ll try to write some 7th grade specific material on the subway ride up there. I’ll have to get myself back into that mindset. Perhaps I’ll open with this:

7th grade. Those were the days. I remember when I was 13, I must have gone to at least one bar or bat mitzvah every single weekend. You guys know what I’m talking about, right. Raise your hand if you’ve been to double-digit bar or bat mitzvahs this school year? Don’t be shy, now.

Or perhaps I’ll talk about how cliquey kids are at that age. You know, how all the pretty girls play field hockey and all the coolest guys are on the swim team. That really ought to resonate with them.

This is going to be lots of fun. I can’t wait to give you guys a detailed report. I’ll try to recap later on today. Until then, keep being the best you that you can be. Tah-tah.