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My 5th Grade Nickname August 9, 2007

Posted by Howard in it really happened.

Approaching Snow StormI was 10 years old when I got it. It was my second year at Calhoun Street Elementary in Anderson, South Carolina and I was in Mrs. Allen’s fifth-grade class. I was very shy after learning in the fourth grade that my thirst for knowledge wasn’t a sure bet for social status. No wait, it was a sure bet to be at the bottom — loathed and disliked for being a brain. I started to keep more to myself.

Back then I was into science. I wanted to be an astronaut — something that was probably left over from watching the moon landing when I was two. No, the real one. The staged one was canceled before it aired by NBC because the effects back then were just not realistic enough so all the networks put up money to shoot the human race to the moon simply to sell commercials. Capitalist pigs. I digress…

We were learning about the weather including a project to keep track of the temperature. Oh, how I loved going out to check the temperature. I shuddered as each hour passed. Tiny trickles of anticipation would roll down my inseam waiting for the minute hand to reach its pinnacle so I could shoot my hand up, volunteer to go out, read the thermometer and write the temperature on the board. Then I would sit down with a fair amount of smugness craving a cigarette and a nap. Oh, yes, meteorology is sexy. Why else would I want to go back to school and study it?

RandolfTwo years before, my family was living in Randolph, Utah. Randolph? High up in the Rocky Mountains sitting at 6,290 feet covering an entire square mile in the ‘tab of Utah’ is a town known for its agriculture and mining. It snowed there believe it or not. A lot. I just called my mom — who is there right now — who told me that one blizzard while I was walking to school, I completely disappeared under the snowfall a half block up the road. She called me back and walked me to school.

You see, living there you can tell when the snow storms are coming in — the cold, fresh smell of frozen humidity always hits before the storm does. Up there, your senses are important and it’s good to learn to listen to them.

Flash forward again to Calhoun Street Elementary. (Dizzy yet?) I think it’s early December. I’ve already checked the thermostat twice, the weather geek novice I am. The temperature is dropping faster than Florida Representative Bob Allen in a public bathroom. Allegedly! My third trip out, I smell something that I haven’t smelled in two years. It’s that wonderful clean smell of a storm approaching. Walking back in the classroom — each class had its own outdoor patio area — I notice most everyone look at me. I had an audience.

“I smell snow,” I declared with feigned confidence.

Oh, the harrumphing and scoffing that followed that little bomb. Kids screaming “You can’t smell snow!” and “That’s just crazy!” and “You’re a lying sonofabitch!” I may have only imagined that last one. Mrs. Allen called for silence and told the class that if I smelled snow then we would all just see since the conditions seemed to be right for it. The kids all eyed me like I had just reminded the teacher about that pop quiz she warned us about yesterday. I was under the microscope and found myself in the same situation I had in previous years.

Sweating profusely, hunched over and wishing I had never said anything, I prayed that it would snow so I wasn’t ostracized all the more. My hands were trembling. I couldn’t concentrate on what Mrs. Allen was saying. I was doomed. Doomed, I tell you. Doooo…

“Oh my God! It’s snowing outside!” interrupted some kid who obviously has the keen mutant power of observation — it only snows outside, idiot. Wait! It’s snowing? Oh, the sweet taste of a snowcone with validation syrup. All the kids and Mrs. Allen looked outside. I noticed the teacher smile and went to the board and scrawled in dry, white chalk for the entire class to see:

Howard The Snow Sniffer

You may think it’s funny, but I was so proud of that. That is until when I got into my 20’s and told someone the story. They laughed, but only because of the cocaine reference which ruined my childhood memory. Ruiner. I should just change the story to say that I was arrested when my dealers, Lanie and Sharlan, ratted me out and had my equipment confiscated: the Wonder Woman hand-held mirror and the plastic razors from my Fischer-Price Little Grocery Stock Boy set. And as I was dragged away, I screamed, “I’ll get you, you little dancing queen bitches!”. What? It was 1977. Hey, I saw Star Wars and discovered my snow-sniffing mutant power in the same year. I think that’s called Geek Destiny.

Teachers never give pop quizes over at Humor-Blogs.com!

Listening to: “Jealousy” – Pet Shop Boys
Pet Shop Boys - Discography: The Complete Singles Collection - Jealousy


1. Lorne - August 9, 2007

Awww, that was sweet. Snow Sniffer.

2. Andy - August 10, 2007

As nicknames go, this one is cute. x

3. Kevin - August 10, 2007

Is that like a Shape Shifter?

4. Jami - August 10, 2007

Hey, be thankful it wasn’t something like Skivvy Sniffer (alleged!).

5. Howard - August 10, 2007

Awww, you’re so sincere. Emotion Faker.

Tee-hee and all that.

No, more like having some weird canine power.

No, that’s when I hit adulthood.

6. Lorne - August 10, 2007

No, seriously — that was an awesome post!

7. BOSSY - August 11, 2007

Aw fer chrissake… even with the drug reference it’s a better nickname than Feeble. Not that Bossy knows anyone who sported *that* childhood nickname. Just because of skinny arms. Allegedly.

(loved this post)

8. Howard - August 11, 2007

Ahhh, thanks.

Yeah, that nickname is… Okay, I won’t go there. Glad you liked this one.

9. Chris C - August 11, 2007

be lucky you got one! Mine was always my last name Cameron. I was the only kid in my neighborhood with a ‘default’ nickname.

In high school we hiked up Mount Washington (2nd highest peak in the Appalachians) and I had videocamera duty. The whole time everyone kept asking me: “Hey chris is the camera on?” It was ingenious and funny the first time, but not all day hehe.

10. The Hermit - August 12, 2007

Aw, snowsniffer…. that’s sweet! And I think all of us geeks should have gotten together in school. We could have shamed everyone else for not knowing what schist and gneiss were. Shame on them all!

At least it wasn’t YELLOW snow you were sniffing…..

11. mom - August 12, 2007

Hi my wonderful snow sniffing son! I just got back today from beautiful downtown Randolph and I made it out alive being one of the only democrats in this republican town. But I don’t mention that to anyone in town,they think I am a Breath of springtime and I do not want to alter their precise and accurate opinion of myself. Sorry I drifted off. I loved your article son keep up the good work I am so happy you got my genes and talents. I will be going back to Randolph next weekend it is the annual rodeo time and I wouldn’t miss that for anything. It is a toss up up on which is best Woodruffs annual Testicle Festival or Randolphs rodeo. My riding days are so over so I will just watch this year,Oh for the smell of cow patties and horse manure once more. Love ya son and tell my man I said hi and I am disappointed he hasn’t emailed me. Mom xoxoxoxo

12. Howard - August 13, 2007

I’ll have to ask Cameron if he got the same sort of crap.

Too right!

To Everyone:
You see where the humor comes from? My mom.

You’re comments always crack me up. :)

13. Cyn - August 14, 2007

Meteorology *is* sexy!

Did your mom really write that comment? If so, she is AWESOME. (I mean, she may be awesome even if she didn’t write it…don’t want to demean your mother or anything…)

Great story, anyway.

14. Howard - August 14, 2007

Oh, yes. That really is my mom. And she is awesome.

…and thank you. Glad you liked the story.

15. Big Daddy - August 14, 2007

Ok so I don’t know what is up with my Bloglines, but I just saw this post.

Seriously had me laughing out loud [I don’t do ‘LOL’].

That’s funny.

I don’t even know if I want to tell you my nickname as a kid…..

16. Howard - August 14, 2007

Something was obviously wrong with Bloglines yesterday. My subscriber number dropped to 23 from 41. I thought everyone suddenly hated me. :(

17. mom - August 14, 2007

Yes Mom did write this article and I am not one to toot my own horn but yes I am awesome and of course my son has my genes, what would he do without me and the great up bringing I gave him. Love ya my snow sniffen son,and by the way still haven’t heard from my man! Mom xoxoxoxoxo And of course I wrote the comment on this article just look out more to come

18. Steve - August 14, 2007

See now, I think that you should have a picture of yourself, in this story (of when you were at that age). All of our hearts would melt.

19. Howard - August 15, 2007

Okay, you people need to stop feeding my mom’s ego. She’s getting out of control again.

20. Steve - August 15, 2007

Well, it’s just that your Mom’s so much sweeter than you :P

21. Howard - August 16, 2007

Well, she does bake a mean cookie.

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