“Geijerisms” or “Pulling a Geijer” are phrases often heard around my classroom. Affectionately coined by my 8th grade students (who are currently helping write this piece), they often refer to moments that may lack common sense.
Initially, these phrases were developed as a result of what I like to call, “blonde moments.” For instance, the time I lost my car…with a co-worker…in a parking garage downtown. Or the time I received not one, but two tickets from the local police department…I wasn’t even in the car…and my students were able to watch the WHOLE thing go down courtesy of our classroom windows facing the parking lot . Or the time I tripped and injured myself at my part-time job. Of course I had to share what happened with my students, after all, I WAS slightly injured. And there was that one time, when I hurt my back and neck…getting out of bed…and was forced to take a few days off of work to get readjusted at the chiropractor…
I should clarify…I am an intelligent individual who may have had a few embarrassing moments along the way…Hey…I can’t help it if I have poor balance, or am easily excited about attending teaching conventions that I “forget” to pay attention to where I parked. In all fairness, my co-worker “forgot” where we were parked, too!
Now, I find myself hearing my lovely 8th grade students referring to other people’s less than perfect moments as “pulling a Geijer…” I’m not sure whether to feel insulted, or flattered, that my name is being used to describe such moments throughout the day.
I choose to believe the latter….