Cade is eating peach yogurt. I notice “fruit on the bottom” advertised on the container and experience epiphany - a marketing campaign for another Rap Snacks product.
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Public, USA
This is probably the last teaching anecdote I’ll ever post. It comes from Renee, who teaches lower-grade students.
Renee is chaperoning a field trip. While a third grade class rides the subway to their destination, one student stands. He spins around while hanging onto the pole, bumping into fellow passengers.
The $4 guy
I’m standing in the long express line at Trader Joe’s. It has slowly snaked around the perimeter of the store. Throughout this time, the woman behind me has been catching up with a friend on her cellphone.
Baby Jesus knows
I’m on my way to a job interview. It’s hot outside, and I’m starting to sweat in my suit jacket. I’m on the East Side, which I don’t normally go to. I came out of the wrong subway entrance and am trying to figure out how to get to Third Avenue. I approach the first person I see - a homeless man.
What talking is
My Advisory students are lined up outside of the teacher’s lounge. They are squirming in anticipation, as the couch we sit on during Advisory is unoccupied and they all want to claim their favorite spots. I look up and down the line, letting students who are quiet and calm sit down first.
A Spanish lesson
Cade is trying to impress me with his Spanish.
Cade: Yo soy Amanda’s butt.
What teachers Google
It’s a typical day at work.
I am turned around, holding my shirt up just past my navel. Elizabeth, my math teacher friend, is looking at my back at what I think is a ringworm I’ve contracted from a student. She is looking back and forth between the pink patch on my back and my work laptop, at the picture of a ringworm on a skin infection website.
Harry Potter’s who?
Cade and I are at dinner catching up. He’s telling me about his new co-workers.
Malcolm Gladwell hearts chunky pasta sauce
Cade and I were at White Horse Tavern in The Village on Friday night to celebrate my friend Julia’s birthday. On his way to the bar, Cade spotted Malcolm Gladwell, who Cade only knows as “that guy who was on iTunes talking about chunky pasta sauce.” I quickly walked over and stared at him, trying to match the picture on the back of Blink with the skinny afro’d guy at the nearest table.
Sweet nothings
I’m flipping through tv channels as I eat dinner. On VH1, two random people sit together on a beach and gaze deeply into each other’s eyes. Romantic music plays in the background. Something beautiful is about to be shared.
