Monday, February 16, 2015

They're Always So Surprised

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.

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  1. I remember seeing my 3rd grade teacher in a grocery store and being amazed to find that she didn't live full time at the school.

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    1. At conference time during my first year of teaching I struggled greatly to get one of my students' parents to show up. After several missed appointments I mentioned it to the student who told me his dad could come to a meeting on Saturday. Which just made me laugh - their perception of it all. I don't think they think their doctor or the grocery store checker lives at his/her job, but they think we do. It probably stems from them being with us, like their family, almost every day. Their family lives in their home so their teacher must live at the place they spend with us every day. It's cute, but funny.

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  2. I brought a carving knife to school when I was about 8/9 and I was told on. Not for any nefarious activity I should add, only to show it off. I still don't like him. But the teacher didn't even say a word only looked at me and held her hand out. To this day I think of it whenever I see her.
    Oh, she had the darn thing in her desk until she retired when she gave it back to my mother.
    So, I do't know what it is but the teachers we had/have take on mythical proportions. And I feel or the kid on meeting you. At that age 7-8? it would be like now finding the city had moved to Denver so seismic would would his world have shifted.

    Have a look at this. It came into my Twitter timeline from the Classics Association. It's the best explanation of the subjunctive I've ever seen. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zeSVMG4GkeQhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zeSVMG4GkeQ

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    1. Hmmm, the video isn't opening on my tablet. It tries to open in the app rather than with the address so I'll try on my laptop after work.
      Most people make that 7-8 range as their first real memories of school. I don't remember being all that surprised to see my teachers, at that age, that could have a lot to do with both my parents being teachers and I knew most of my teachers as my parents's friends or colleagues. It wasn't until middle school that my parents didn't know my teachers and thankfully no longer knew every move I made.
      I have had toys in my desk for a year or longer waiting for the parents to pick them up. It makes me laugh that no matter how many times I've taken stuff, they keep bringing it to school! ;)

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    2. Got the video!!! That was engaging. I enjoyed it very much. It was a good explanation and helped put it into some context. A lot of the commenters seemed to disagree with his statement that some languages, like Vietnamese, don't include that mood. I'm not sure of the answer, but regardless I think his point goes beyond that. Thanks for sharing!

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    3. Don Quixote is a head wreck in Spanish but in English is a delight. There's nothing in it that a competent 9 year old doesn't get as far as the language is concerned. And the general story. But it's in no way as clear cut in Spanish. The unease begins with the first few words.

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  3. I remember thinking how OLD all my teachers were, but looking back realize they were all probably around the age I am now, or maybe a little older. It's all about perspective.

    I'll never forget the first time I saw my dentist outside of the office. I'd never seen him without a white coat and mask and had no idea who he was!

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    1. Ha! I think it's funny how we think of our teachers as old ladies, but you're right, they probably weren't all that old. I had some old ones through the years, but most were far from OLD. :)

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  4. I love when kids come any where I am. The more the merrier.

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