My friend, Dana, and I drove up to our yearly staff retreat the other day. Crystal Mountain is a beautiful resort to visit, and that’s where we get to enjoy some professional development, time to hang out with the staff, and competition with the other TRG schools.
A little bit of background knowledge on Dana is that she has many, many strengths in the different roles that she plays in life. She was my unofficial mentor when I first started teaching. She’s a great teacher, and the GLCE Queen. But one of the first things I learned about Dana when we began teaching together, four years ago, was that her sense of direction was almost at a negative factor. This is especially evident when she’s driving in downtown Detroit…I’ve experienced this several times. It seems as if she’s gotten better at her survival skills when lost, although we have definitely had some close calls in the busy city. 🙂 It’s kind of adventurous when we have her drive us places…we never know if we’ll actually get to our destination in a reasonable fashion, or timeframe.
So, back to the other day…we were driving up to Crystal Mountain, and we were on US 10W, anticipating 115/Cadillac. Let’s just say I turned my head for a few seconds, returning my head to it’s forward position, to see the back of an exit sign along with its exit.
I said, "Wait, was that 115?"
Dana replied, "No, it said, Cadillac."
"But did it also say 115? We’re supposed to get off on 115/Cadillac!"
"No, it just said Cadillac."
"Are you sure?"
Many minutes later I noticed a US 10W sign and immediately scrunched my eyebrows.
"Dana, I think we’re on US 10. If we’re on 115, we’re not supposed to also be on US 10. I think we missed our exit."
"Are you sure? That exit said, Cadillac."
"We need to stop and ask."
So she drove until we saw a gas station/mini mart and we went in. Entering the store we were greeted by Darla, to whom I smiled brightly and said, "Darla, are we by chance on 115?"
"Oh no, dear, you’re not. That’s 30 miles back that way!"
"That’s what I was afraid of…Would you be able to help us find our way?"
"Absolutely! Where are you going?"
…and she proceeded to give us directions.
Somewhere in there, my friend asked, "So, Darla, where the heck are we?"
With great pride, she replied, "Evart, Michigan!"
We got a picture together and then Dana and I were on our way.
It made sense that we would get lost and no one from Hanley was surprised that it happened! But thanks to Darla, we found our way.