Since retiring my dreams of being a back up dancer for Justin Timberlake, I’ve decided that I should probably try a more pragmatic career option. One that I actually have some talent and expertise in.

And then it hit me.

A kindergarten teacher!

I think teaching kindergarten would be great for me because:

a) I’m guaranteed to be taller than all the students

b) I’m good at arithmetic. As long as I can teach them that 1+1 does not equal poop, then they will be fine.

c) I’ll be molding the young minds of America. (pause) BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA

d) Kindergarteners get nap time. I LOVE nap time.

e) Um, hello, haven’t you people seen Kindergarten Cop? Best! Movie! Ever! This will give me an excuse to say, “KIDS, WE AH GOING TO PLAY AH GAME. WHO’S YOUR DAHHDY AND VAT DOES HE DOOOO.” And I’ll win their affections by bringing a pet ferret to class and everything will be going swimmingly until the day that the estranged father of one of my students gets out of prison and hunts me down.

But I was looking at the eligibility requirements and you have to be a US citizen or greencard holder to teach in New York City. Drats. I guess the public school system does not feel comfortable with an immigrant teaching English. I can speaks English!

This just reinforces the fact that I should just marry someone and get my greencard. The only problem is that I actually have to convince a dude to marry me. Perhaps I will use that as my pickup line tonight.

“Hey, do you wanna marry me so I can become a kindergarten teacher?”