For the record, I hate that when you type in “high school” to the Google search bar, you are besieged with pictures of Zac Efron and that Hudgins chick. I’m sorry, but the two weeks that I have spent in one of the local high schools in the area has confirmed that there are no beautiful chemistry nerds breaking out into song anywhere inside the school.
This is not accurate.
I think I remember high school with rose-colored glasses—I belong to the small minority of US citizens that absolutely loved high school. I thought it was so great that the basketball players at my school may as well have been bouncing their basketballs in unison. I am glad to have had this experience to go back to the high school, this time as an educator, so that these students could pull the rose-colored glasses off my face, and unceremoniously fling them to the ground, where they then become trampled by a stampeding mass of hormones. The first thing that happened to me as I stepped into the “Germ Casserole,” proudly donning my teacher-observer badge and brimming with optimism:
A student burped in my face.
A student burped in my face.
Yet, still full to bursting with idealism, thrilled to teach the students the joy of participial phrases and thesis statements, I heard a student compare the works of Shakespeare and Nicholas Sparks with this sentiment: “That’s like trying to compare Gerard Butler with Heath Ledger… You just can’t do it.” (Poor Heath, I hope you’re Shakespeare.)
Later in the week, I graded one too many literary analysis papers citing Bella’s mother as an important supernumerary in Twilight because she made Bella move to Forks where she could meet Edward and fall in love.
On Thursday, a multitude of skinny boys in various phases of awkward kept attempting to friend me on facebook.
Yesterday, I made an enemy by asking the Nirvana-shirted boy what happened to his nose, and he had to admit that he lost a fight.
And today I am realizing how excited it all makes me. I’m so excited.
Bring on the hand sanitizer and the thick skin. I’m ready.
Oh my gosh. We're grown-ups. How could we've let this happened to us?? This sounds marvelous, by the way:)
Oh my goodness I hope Heath Ledger is Shakespeare too. Or that would be blaspheme.
Also thats really awesome you are doing that.
Was "one too many" one? Because that would be one too many.
Good luck with your new adventure, Sierra. You are going to be fabulous.
haha the kid with the plaster on his nose. I didn't know he lost a fight…how sad :/ So that's why he always looked away in shame when we made eye-contact. Got it. Thanks for clearing up the mystery for me 🙂