I was supposed to be teaching, and I was running late. (I think I also had long hair and was wearing a skirt--maybe fuschia.) On my way into the classroom, I saw someone important--an administrator type--who then knew I was late. I was a little embarrassed, but it didn't seem to be a big deal.
I wasn't prepared as I started teaching, but my students seemed to really love me--they smiled and nodded enthusiastically at pretty much everything I said. I realized I was kind of a spaz as a teacher, though, but couldn't really convince myself to care much. I wondered briefly whether I could just drop out, since I didn't care.
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wow. this is like an alternate universe. long hair, late, a spaz, and wanting to drop out because you didn't care... isn't that pretty much opposite of who you are? fascinating...
Hmmmmm...
Actually, I am often running late, feeling like a spaz, and wondering whether I should drop out because I don't care! I try to be on time, keep it together, and stay motivated, but it's a constant struggle. =)
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