Hi Carl! This one is awesome! Can I borrow it for my Facebook page?
Thanks for the visit to my place today. 😉 I think mean have it easier when it comes to dressing up. We women, people notice if we wear the same dress over and over again. But I do. I do. 😉
I don’t think this is a bad thing. With gas prices skyrocketing, carpooling is all the rage – and everybody knows clowns can fit an awful lot of passengers in the backseat!
I don’t know, Since this is an innate part of him, it may help if teacher let him have a moment to shine at the end of class. It didn’t hurt when Martin Lawrence’s teacher did it for him.
I was sent twice in the 8th grade. The first time the dean gave me 3 whacks. I thought my eyeballs would burst and splatter against the wall in front of me. The second time, I don’t remember what for, I told the dean to call my father. That if Father thought I was wrong he would come directly and kick my ass. Then I said “If father thinks you are wrong, he will kick your ass, sir. Dad was middle weight champ US Army 1943”. The dean sent me back to class .
I think it was Seinfeld who said that he was the class clown and one of his teachers said something like “You better pay attention to your lessons. What? You think you can make a living being a funny guy?”
Your boxer-father story reminds me of another comedian (but I cannot remember who). When he was a kid, a friend of his said “My dad can beat up your dad.” to which he replied “Oh yeah? How much would something like that cost me?”.
Coconut trees would really hurt. They are like cannon balls in Miami’s hurricane seasons of the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s. But native Florida coconut trees don’t exists anymore as disease wiped them all out.
Reminds me of a story (I don’t know if it is true or not) of a teacher calling parents in for a conference because their child always colored everthing black, and the teacher was concerned about the mental well-being of the child. Come to find out that the parents owned a funeral home, and the father was the mortician! 😉
Dunno why, but the lyrics to the old song that goes something like “…Clowns to the left of me, clowns to the right….here I go!!!!” Then you are right back in the middle….Of what though?….:-)
46 responses to “Parent – Teacher Conferences by Carl D’Agostino”
Carl D'Agostino
March 26th, 2012 at 05:34
Teacher has one on her desk too.
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startingoveringermany
March 26th, 2012 at 05:10
Love this one, the apple never fall to far from the tree:)
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Margie
March 25th, 2012 at 17:28
So dang cute Carl! Love this one.
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Carl D'Agostino
March 25th, 2012 at 18:38
Definitely one of my favs. Thanks for visits today.
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Sylver Blaque
March 22nd, 2012 at 14:03
Discrimination at its clowniest! I am totally offended! And not because of my big red nose. Or my polka dot pants!
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Carl D'Agostino
March 22nd, 2012 at 17:14
Sounds like you have a great wardrobe for show business. Or just life in general. My big ears keep falling off.
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thysleroux
March 22nd, 2012 at 13:29
hahahahah!
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Carl D'Agostino
March 22nd, 2012 at 17:15
I am quite sure you were in cahoots with this fellow. Eventually they will find out who put the tack on the teachers chair.
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Patti Kuche
March 20th, 2012 at 21:59
Oh Carl, the humiliation of parent teacher meetings . . . . 🙂
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Carl D'Agostino
March 21st, 2012 at 01:36
I hated them. Every time my mother came home from one I got a beating and never knew why.
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blackwatertown
March 20th, 2012 at 19:41
Presumably that’s an exploding joke apple on the teacher’s desk. Her mood is about to get even worse.
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Carl D'Agostino
March 21st, 2012 at 01:35
You are the only one in the world to catch this. Obviously you are an intimate friend of Arthur Conan Doyle.
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Ras Alonso
March 20th, 2012 at 10:35
Thats because his parents are the biggest clowns in the world. Good one thanks for the smile. Have a good day.
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Carl D'Agostino
March 20th, 2012 at 10:37
I have to get a new red nose later today.
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Renée A. Schuls-Jacobson
March 20th, 2012 at 07:39
Hi Carl! This one is awesome! Can I borrow it for my Facebook page?
Thanks for the visit to my place today. 😉 I think mean have it easier when it comes to dressing up. We women, people notice if we wear the same dress over and over again. But I do. I do. 😉
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Carl D'Agostino
March 20th, 2012 at 07:44
Certainly. That would be fun. Regards.
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monicastangledweb
March 20th, 2012 at 01:56
Well, what did the teacher expect? He’s a clown kid!
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Carl D'Agostino
March 20th, 2012 at 07:51
Good thing his dad is not a demolition expert.
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Carl D'Agostino
March 20th, 2012 at 00:33
The teachers expect each child to fit into a societal compartment. You are right on target on this.
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jannatwrites
March 19th, 2012 at 23:01
Aw, the teacher should give the kid a break and teach to his talents. He’s obviously destined to be the class clown.
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Bonnie
March 19th, 2012 at 18:38
Poor little jokester!! He gets it honestly.
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Carl D'Agostino
March 20th, 2012 at 00:34
A few honks and a water balloon or two oughta fix up everything.
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Mark Petruska
March 19th, 2012 at 14:19
I don’t think this is a bad thing. With gas prices skyrocketing, carpooling is all the rage – and everybody knows clowns can fit an awful lot of passengers in the backseat!
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Carl D'Agostino
March 19th, 2012 at 16:43
Making sense out of nonsense as you have is an art to be admired.
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Maxi
March 19th, 2012 at 13:27
Do you have a lot o’ bumps on your head, Carl? You know, lookin’ at feet, walkin’ into walls… Blessings – Maxi
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Carl D'Agostino
March 19th, 2012 at 16:45
For some reason that happens a lot here in Miami if you are arrested. “Oh, the perp tripped you honor”
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fiztrainer
March 19th, 2012 at 12:44
Hahaha … perfection. Love this.
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Carl D'Agostino
March 19th, 2012 at 13:15
Really is one of my favs. Thanks.
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totsymae1011
March 19th, 2012 at 11:29
I don’t know, Since this is an innate part of him, it may help if teacher let him have a moment to shine at the end of class. It didn’t hurt when Martin Lawrence’s teacher did it for him.
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Carl D'Agostino
March 19th, 2012 at 11:39
In my case as I taught for 33 years I joined in the clowning and the principal would wind up yelling at me instead of the kids.
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totsymae1011
March 20th, 2012 at 09:23
Ha…Funny. You must now post one of you in the principal’s office.
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Carl D'Agostino
March 20th, 2012 at 09:30
I was sent twice in the 8th grade. The first time the dean gave me 3 whacks. I thought my eyeballs would burst and splatter against the wall in front of me. The second time, I don’t remember what for, I told the dean to call my father. That if Father thought I was wrong he would come directly and kick my ass. Then I said “If father thinks you are wrong, he will kick your ass, sir. Dad was middle weight champ US Army 1943”. The dean sent me back to class .
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HoaiPhai
March 27th, 2012 at 09:07
I think it was Seinfeld who said that he was the class clown and one of his teachers said something like “You better pay attention to your lessons. What? You think you can make a living being a funny guy?”
Your boxer-father story reminds me of another comedian (but I cannot remember who). When he was a kid, a friend of his said “My dad can beat up your dad.” to which he replied “Oh yeah? How much would something like that cost me?”.
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Carl D'Agostino
March 27th, 2012 at 09:31
I was the class artist instead. Seinfeld’s gotta be the best although I liked Scrubbs too.
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Debbie
March 19th, 2012 at 10:07
Poor kid, already picking up bad habits at home!
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Carl D'Agostino
March 19th, 2012 at 11:37
What if his parents were bank robbers?
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Deb
March 19th, 2012 at 09:10
The apple does not fall too far from the tree.
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Carl D'Agostino
March 19th, 2012 at 11:36
Coconut trees would really hurt. They are like cannon balls in Miami’s hurricane seasons of the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s. But native Florida coconut trees don’t exists anymore as disease wiped them all out.
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ceceliafutch
March 19th, 2012 at 08:50
Reminds me of a story (I don’t know if it is true or not) of a teacher calling parents in for a conference because their child always colored everthing black, and the teacher was concerned about the mental well-being of the child. Come to find out that the parents owned a funeral home, and the father was the mortician! 😉
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Carl D'Agostino
March 19th, 2012 at 11:33
That’s a great onen. He’d have red crayons if his folks were vampires.
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Snoring Dog Studio
March 19th, 2012 at 08:42
Oh, yes! Like parents, like child. Love this!
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Carl D'Agostino
March 19th, 2012 at 11:53
If the kid’s parents were college professors he could give the teacher a real run for her money.
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flynn1959
March 19th, 2012 at 08:40
Dunno why, but the lyrics to the old song that goes something like “…Clowns to the left of me, clowns to the right….here I go!!!!” Then you are right back in the middle….Of what though?….:-)
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Carl D'Agostino
March 19th, 2012 at 11:32
Tennyson wrote that poem after Crimean War.
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suzicate
March 19th, 2012 at 08:34
That explains it!
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Carl D'Agostino
March 19th, 2012 at 11:31
Good thing the boy’s parents were not chain saw murderers.
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