Today when I was leaving work, I pushed my way through the crowd of Drama Rats who perpetually block the door and hallway outside the theatre. I waved goodbye to them, blessed little weirdos, and put on my backpack and started to walk toward the great outdoors. Just as I was almost gone, I heard the plaintive little voice of one of my grade ten boys rising above the din. He was calling my name. I stopped and turned to look at him.
"Yes? What is it?"
"You have a backpack," he said.
"Yes." I smiled at him. "I do. So what?"
"You're a teacher! With a backpack."
I wasn't sure what he was getting at. "Yes."
"Teachers don't have backpacks!" He was indignant. "You're the anti-teacher! You're ... well... you're .... " Here he took a deep breath to gather his thoughts, and then bellowed, "YOU'RE THE PLATYPUS OF TEACHERS!"
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2 comments:
They're so cute at that age.
Sometimes. Also quite strangle-able.
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