yesterday i saw a 2nd year student who looked fairly upset/sad sitting in the hallway. i asked her what was wrong and she proceeded to tell (well attempt to) me about how she likes this boy in her class. someone found out and then told him in front of her. so she was really embarassed. then another studnet heard and took her pencil case and put it on his desk so that she would have to go and pick it up off of his desk and talk to him. she was really upset, and proceeded to hit the guy who had put the pencil case on the other boys desk as he walked by us when we were talking.
i relay this story for two reasons.
first, to remind us how lucky we are all to be out of middle school. because the smallest little things seem like the end of the world. it is a world of endless drama, over things that we can see clearly now as relativly insignifcant. time gives you great perspective of these things. but how do you explain this to a 13 year old girl, especially when there is a huge language barrier? ha. and second, because i was excited that a student even attempted to talk to me about such things outside of the classroom. yes it was difficult, and some of it was clarified later by one of the english teachers. but still with little knowledge of the others language we were able to communicate about something outside of "did you play volleyball today?", "do you have a boyfriend?" (all of the students favorite question to ask, and one they all know!). it is when student do things like this, that i kind of feel like a real teacher here and not just an observerer.
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In middle school, my friends took a picture of me where I looked rather...not hetero... and posted it all around the school with the caption "Homo Huelsman" underneath it. One of those friends is now my roommate. One of these days I'm going to do the same thing to Michael, only at his office in the US Justice department.
awwwwww how cute. i remember those days.
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