I do be a kettle.
2005-01-24 at 9:25 p.m.
Emily made me laugh the other day. I'd just spent about fifteen minutes whinging just a bit about Precious, a girl in one of my algebra classes. She's taking on this huge challenge, coming into algebra B without algebra A, and getting a C--which is amazing, when you think about it. She's wigging out that she's not going to get an A and an honor cord and be a valedictorian. (At the same time--she hasn't made up a single quiz she's missed, owes me about fourteen homeworks, and I think she's working the Overacheiver Angle to get a pity grade bump.)I repeated a conversation I had with her--maybe she should really revel in the fact she's putting a LOT of pressure on herself and she's doing really well.
Emily smiled, amused.
"Oh, this is from the student teacher who wants to teach everyone?"
"Yes, but--"
"Who stresses about not having everything graded?"
"Yes but---"
"Who wants to be the coolest math teacher ever and is freaking about whether kids like her?"
"Yes, but--"
"Maybe you should just appreciate the fact you have this great job, like, before you finish student teaching, and are doing really well."
I stared at her open mouthed before I fell over laughing. I've never been quoted back at myself so effectively. And appropriately.