On the test for Judaism, I asked, "When was the Jewish Temple destroyed?" The answer, for those of you who don't know, is 70 AD. Most students got this correct. One student, however, answered "1780." Get it? Get it?
The students I teach are often the funniest people I come into contact with. There's something that goes on in my head when I get into a battle of wits with my students that I can't describe, but I know I enjoy. When they're trying to think of a way to push back a test date or raise their grades and I can outsmart them? Amazing.
What I enjoy even more is when the students outsmart me. A while back, one of my students was trying to get a Starburst out of me. Conventional asking and begging failed. After class, she offered me a mint. The second I put it in my mouth, she gleefully demanded a Starburst. Dangit, I couldn't say no with that mint in my mouth.
Upon more thinking, I'm not sure a sitcom would work, really. A teacher's cast of characters is so big, including students, co-workers, and administration, that there'd be no way to keep storylines going. Teaching is more like a gigantic, middle school orchestra. It's huge, messy, and chaotic on the outside. But, every so often, that middle school orchestra surprises everybody with their harmonies and beautiful music.
I feel like this post has been very cliched and cheesy. Forgive me. I just don't have a ton to write about.
Right now, life is normal. I'm teaching, scraping together something like a social life, and planning my summer and next year. It'll be more exciting in a month or so, I swear. New house, new experiences, new classes, new people, new season of my sitcom.
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