(Post by Tracy)
This is my fifth year teaching. My first year, I had students who were only 4-8 years younger than me. I remember our "Back to School" day, when I met my first bunch of students and some of their parents. A mom looked at me, said, "You're not old enough to be teaching!! How old are you??" I stammered, thought as fast as I could, and said, "23!" (This is when I first started lying about my age. I added a whopping year, making myself 23 instead of 22. In the brief amount of time I had to think of my answer, my thoughts were 22 sounds too young! and She'll know I'm lying! Ever since that fateful day, I've confused about my age. To illustrate: in November, I turned 27. I had been 26. (Obviously, Tracy, unlike you - we know how birthdays work.) But as soon as I start to think Ok, now I'm 27, my brain jumps to Next is 28. Next thing I know, am I 26? 27? 28? Did I turn 28 and soon I'll be 29? The differences are subtle, I know, and so was the difference between 22 and 23 - but really, 23 does sound older, right?)
Well, anyway, I want you to know that I'm moving up in life. Lying about my age to make me seem older is apparently no longer a necessity. Swinging the pendulum, if you will. No doubt the change from "Miss" to "Mrs." moved this along. As I was responding to a parent's email this morning, I wrapped it up with a cheery "Have a good weekend." He replied, thanking me for my email, and polished it off with:
"Happy Mother's Day."
And no, he doesn't know something you guys don't.
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