Teacher’s Day
The middle school kids all stood up and sang “Happy Teachers Day” to the tune of the Happy Birthday song. We teachers had been told the afternoon before that we were expected to be at school by 7:20am for this Teacher’s Day ceremony. I tried hard to keep from laughing.
They seemed so sincere in their good wishes to us. Of course, I knew that within a few minutes I would be yelling at Tanger to stop flirting with Flying. Then, I would be giving the kids the evil eye as they desperately tried to cheat on their English Assesment test; yes, the same test which helps me to see their English skill level and determines how to pace my lessons. I wanted more than anything to leap out of my chair and yell, “Liars! You’re all liars! You don’t really hope I’ll have a happy Teacher’s Day! You just want to goof off and end this Friday so you can go home for the weekend!”
Of course my outburst would be met with the adoring cheers of the other teachers in my section. Together we’d chant, “frauds! frauds! frauds!”
Wait a second!!! Hold on just a damn minute!!!!
I’m on the teachers’ side of the room!!!! I’m not a student anymore and now I think like an old man!!!
Life doesn’t get much harder than realizing you’ve become what you used to rebel against.
Happy Friday
