Monday, January 28, 2008
I am teaching a group of teenagers and I see them three times a week. Sometimes they will do whatever they can to wriggle their way out of work. Sometimes they simply want to connect with the person teaching the class. Today was one of those days. It started when E asked me how old I was. I of course said, "You don't ask those kinds of questions."
"Well why not. Ms. S told us how her husband proposed to her."
"I'll tell you what, take a guess and I'll tell you if you hit it."
"24," she asks inquiringly. Now everyone is listening intently.
I smile and say, "not quite," thinking if I were I would scarcely be out of university.
"26 then." I tilt my head and smirk.
M blurts out, "28." At this point, I can't hold it in. I really start smiling, truth be told I was trying not to laugh. "I knew it!" he says. "Madame is 28. Look, she's blushing." Yep, that's how I look when I try to not laugh outright...nice rosy glow, that is.
Class went on as usual and close to the end E comes up and sits opposite me and takes a good hard look at me before saying, "I can't believe you're 28, you look so much younger."
I just love these kids. I wonder if the parents would notice if I took them home with me.