Scene: I’m juggling a total of 7 books in Barnes and Noble. I take a seat in the back next to two women. I apologize for hitting their table as I drop my books on my own table.
Barb’s friend: “Look Barb, she’s teaching Greek mythology.”
Barb: “Oh wow!”
Me: “Yeah, I’m trying to find more ways to extend the unit because they love it so much.”
Barb’s friend: “It’s good for them to hear about other cultures. What grade do you teach?”
Me: “6 and 7. I taught high school before this.”
Barb: “Oh wow. We were high school teachers for 30 years. Why did you move down?”
[Quick explanation about my last two schools and why I’m there]
Barb’s friend: “Oh wow. So how’s it going?”
Me: “Well.... [insert a long pause here in which I reflect on the fight, bullying, missing work, and parent meetings that happened today] I only cried in my car once today.
Barb’s friend: “Oh ok! Only once? You’re fine then. We always say prayers for middle school teachers.”