Never before have I taught in the school district where I live. It kind of changes things.
I walk to and from school each day that I substitute teach, since I never have to walk more than a mile one way. One day, as I was crossing the footbridge on the way home after school, I saw a group of high schoolers, some of whom I’ve had in class on several occasions. One of them raised up his hand; “High five!” he said. So I gave him one, and said, “Hey, Tanner, how’s it going?” “Good, Miz K—, how are you?”
One beautiful Saturday, I was walking the dogs down at the park. Because my dogs are unusual looking, I am often asked questions about them — what kind they are, whether they shed, etc. That Saturday, a man stopped me and struck up a conversation about the dogs, and I saw that his daughter was a sixth grader I’ve seen several times. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember her name, but I saw that she recognized me, too.
As I was leaving the park that day, I heard, “Substitute teacher! Substitute teacher?” I turned around and saw a middle school boy. “Did you sub for Mr. Irwin?” I told him I did… and then he didn’t know what else to say to me, so I was on my way.
Last Friday, I asked the last period Spanish students I had who was going to prom on Saturday. A few of them raised their hands, and I said, “Be sure to check out the ice sculpture” because Stephan did one for their event. One of the girls in the class said, “Do you have a van with pictures of ice sculptures on it?” I told her that we used to, but we don’t anymore. She said, “I live down the street from you.”
I just hope that no students take advantage of the fact that they know where I live.