Saturday, March 10, 2007

Time Marches On . . . and On . . . and On

A couple of Thirteen years ago, I experienced that bridge between college and career . . . student teaching. I taught a bunch of kids, they taught me far more than I taught them. In my head, they remain 12 years old.

I went to Game Night at the game store last night and found the usual crowd there . . . a bunch of 25-50ish Eurogame enthusiasts. There was a new to me, old to most of them, face in the room. That face looked oddly familiar and suddenly I realized, that face belonged to one of the previously mentioned 12 year olds. It was hard to determine which of us was more shocked. . . Me because he is now 25 years old, or him because he hangs out at the same place as his 6th grade teacher.

While I'm not sure how high on the cool factor scale spending Friday nights at the game store falls in the first place, I have to wonder if it loses a few points when someone who used to keep you in from recess appears.

4 comments:

Leslie Joe said...

that is very funny.

LB said...

Wouldn't you just freak if Mrs. Tingey walked in??? Is she even still alive?

Daph said...

We have a 6th grade teacher at school who could be her twin. She's even named Susan. She's only been teaching for a couple of years though. Sure freaked me out when I met her!

Anonymous said...

That is hillarious! I know how you feel. I've run into my own students different places. I haven't gotten any older, but they sure have!