To begin, students can't separate school from the real world. When I see them in public places, like the grocery store, they eye me suspiciously, as if they were thinking, "Strange teacher, you have left the building in which I see you daily. Do you have some business outside of the learning institution? Why are you creeping about where you don't belong?"
|I do NOT sleep here!|
You see, recognition is usually never a problem. I'll recognize a student for six to ten years after I've taught them. But, I can't guarantee I'll remember their name or situation. So, I must improvise to the best of my abilities. I readily admit to knowing them, and ask how they are. Then, I pray desperately that they will provide some clue, some tidbit of information, that will allow my brain to make the connection between face and name. If I'm really lucky, I'll remember what they meant to me, and where they were headed when I last knew them. If I'm not, I'll flounder, ask inane questions, and appear addle minded in my old age.
|See? I'm a normal person! Sorry I can't|
remember your name.
My second biggest complaint is that my students see me sloppy outside of school. I planned on going into great detail about how they have impeccable timing when it comes to seeing me at my worst, particularly after I've just left the gym, but, upon further consideration, I realized that I always look sloppy outside school and there really is no coincidence here. When I'm not at school, they will probably see me at my worst.
So, I won't even dwell on that anymore. A girl has to live normally, right?
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