When the dust had settled and we had all caught up, there were the exclamations of how cool it was that I was still clubbing. Despite my age, I guess? Thanks, guys.
And then it turned out that one of these young punks had a Master's degree. Damn, I need to get me one of those.
Finally, we did a little math and realised that they're now the age I was when I taught them many moons ago. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Labels: Nightlife, Once a teacher
5 Comments:
wow that's cool,
you funky-monkey cher.
Yes, the worst thing about meeting students is the way they yell your name across public spaces!
Still, it's nice to be remembered. :)
You wouldn't want your students to address you by your first name, would you? It would be so...disrespectful.
I met my primary school teacher on the bus last year. When I told her I was married, she turned so pale that I thought she was going to pass out or vomit.
Actually, I kind of insist that students call me by my first name rather than Ms _____ once they've left school. It's too weird otherwise. Of coruse, many of them can't quite do it or grin wryly when they do ...
I don't think it's so much an issue of respect with me, both in terms of how I address my former teachers as well as how I allow former students to adddress me. The respect's the same; it's probably the level of familiarity that's changed if we've shifted from a last-name to first-name basis of address.
super-scary thought... as I teach elementary-age kids :)
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