During my first year as a teacher, I kept being mistaken for a student. Not surprising, since I was only 3 1/2 years older than the oldest person I was teaching. But to be a first year teacher, and have your colleagues give you that look of confusion every time you try to associate with them, can grow from annoying to upsetting after a while, and I actually longed to be a little older, just so I can feel like I belonged in the right place.
It's now my second year of teaching, and since now I'm known in the building, and the other teachers have realized that I don't dress like a student (aka like a ho, but that's a separate issue), I have that feeling now. And when a new security guard asks me to sign in at night (the sign in's for students only), after I'd just told him all the directions for the rehearsal I was holding later that evening, I get to make him look like a dumbass when I pull out my keys and faculty ID.
Anyway, here's the point I'm trying to make. Today we had a half day at school, and I left work and drove straight to Rutgers to pick up my brother for Thanksgiving. I walk into his dorm in my work clothes, and my brother's roommate looks at him and says "that's your mom?" I wanted to look older and all, but not old enough so that I have a kid that's a sophomore in college! Geez!
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