Sitting here thinking of something to write is probably as frustrating as not having a tissue or hankercheif when you need to sneeze...Although I have been writing articles for the past 2 weeks for the Progress, when I want to use this site for my own personal use, my mind goes wondering.....let's see...I could write about a poetry contest I am making my students do for homework this week; but, that just doesn't sound facinating enough for you or me...Okay, I got it! I will call this blog

                                           "A Man With No Underpants"

   Obviously when we are younger and still under strict guidance from our parents or perhaps other legal guardian's rule; they provided you and I with undergarments. You know "gutchies", "underwear", "boxers" (for boys), and "panties" (for girls). But when does one decide to terminate this longstanding and yet still completely natural attire? Being a teacher now for four years,  I have seen many different styles of apparrel sitting in my classroom, but today, was my first experience watching a 25 year old male grad student stand in front of me and my entire 8th grade Advanced English class talking about prepositions with his "Mr. Johnson" standing almost at full attention! I mean, heck, I couldn't help but smile and chuckle under my breath a little bit. But trying not to cause any of my students eyes from bulging out from seeing this, I started the class in the usual manner, but was a little more abnoxious than normal.  "Class," I said, "we have a new visitor the next few months. His name is..." and before I could stop myself from speaking anything further, "Mr. Pecker" came out of my mouth! Now, I am an 'old school' type of teacher who knows the proper procedures for taking care of almost anything that can happen within a classroom, but that just wasn't right! The entire class went completely silient for at least 3 seconds until every student was rolling over from laughing! They laughed so hard that they could be heard the whole way down the hall! 'Mr. Pecker' wasn't amused at all. He looked toward me with his face fully surprised and embarassed and said absolutely nothing. To not cause him any more difficulty handeling his situation, I imediately reached my hand up to shut off the lights. "Class, we will need to get the over head projector for our visitor so he can introduce you to prepositions," I said knowing full well that he needed to go to the teacher's lounge to take care of this developement...