Today is Presidents Day, and to honor George and Abe I slept in until 8, walked the dog, and then went to my nail appointment at 10. What a luxury to get my nails done on a Monday morning! Since the plan after the appointment was to come home and do some chores (and not see anyone I knew) I just went in my walking clothes which consisted of sweatpants, a hoodie, and sneakers and with my hair knotted on the top of my head.
About halfway through my appointment, a woman came in with a young boy and girl. They were both carrying McDonalds bags. Upon their arrival, the noise level increased, and the Mickey Ds smell permeated the salon. I always have some resentfulness when kids come in during my appointments because on several occasions, while their mother is getting her nails done, the employees and other customers are left to babysit the unattended child. It takes every ounce of my self control not to tell the parent off, which ruins the quiet hour I have every three weeks to pamper myself. But I digress...
The kids settled after a few directions given by their guardian, and they ate their food. Once they finished eating, they became noticeable again, but they weren't naughty or disruptive and actually seemed to entertain themselves - even more surprising is they did it without devices of any kind, they just played with each other.
When my manicurist finished with the top coat, I sat under the lamps for a bit while she went to set up another customer. Since I didn't have anyone to talk to during that time, I looked around and spotted the kids playing over in the waiting area. I recognized the little girl first, which made me look at the boy - who I recognized as a student in my class. Before I remembered what I looked like and would have been better off just leaving well enough alone, I said "Well, hello there," to my student D. He looked up and when he saw me, his eyes got big. "Is that Miss Delight?!?!" his little sister, who is a first grader at my school, asked with excitement. For the first few minutes, D just stared at me wide-eyed, nodding or shaking his head to my questions while his younger sister talked my ear off. After paying and gathering my things he finally spoke telling me what he had planned for the rest of the day and then said goodbye when I left.
Since I teach across town from where I live, I rarely see my students outside of the school day. But when I do, their reactions are priceless. The look of excitement, surprise, shock, and worry spreads across their faces and even the most talkative child is rendered mute while they try and comprehend the fact that their teacher is out in the world and not in the classroom where they left me on Friday afternoon. I might take it personally, but ask any primary teacher, the kids always have the same reaction. It's so funny.
A polite FYI.
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