Yesterday was “twin day” at school, so my coteacher and I coordinated clothing.
Parent: “You two look so adorable in your outfits! You look like little school-aged girls!”
I wear this outfit once a week.
Kid: “I’m really glad you’re coming to the band concert tonight because I am REALLY nervous.”
Me: “Aw, there’s nothing to worry about. Really, what’s the WORST that can happen?”
Kid: “Well, I could drop my clarinet in the middle of the song, it could crash into pieces, everyone would stare, the song would stop, I’d have to pay for the instrument, the concert would be ruined and it would be all my fault.”
(long pause)
Me: “Yeah. That’d be bad.”
#june
I had a meeting with administration and the guardian of one of my students (mom couldn’t make it, so an older brother was coming in her place). I enter the main office for the meeting.
Administration: “Jon’s brother is outside in the hall. You can get him and tell him to come in.”
Me: “That guy sitting out there? That’s not the brother I met before.”
Administration: “Oh, well it must be a different brother. But it’s definitely one of Jon’s brothers.”
Me (trusting they know something I don’t): “Oh, ok.”
(walk out to hall, extend my hand to young man waiting in chair)
Me: “Hi! I’m Emily, Jon’s teacher. It’s nice to meet you.”
Nope. Not Jon’s brother.
Just a completely unrelated black guy.
(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 38 and part of the Ebola Mom series)
I just…I don’t…I can’t…I…ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, LADY?!?!?!
That moment when it’s 2:40pm and the AC is still not working, so you just give up and show your students a video of your baby nephew eating a lemon.
#june
“She’s actually been looking pretty clean lately!”
— co worker, about a student’s mother, said with genuine enthusiasm and hope.