"No. I am HYPOsensitive to weather." he replied.
"So you're like, really sensitive?"
"NO. Hyposensitive means I am not effected by weather."
"Oh, okay."
"One of my moms covers me in jackets whenever I go outside. It is horrible." Abe continued.
"And the thing is, I have TWO moms, so it is even worse."
"So, do you think dads are not as worried about stuff like that?"
"Definitely. See you later." he said, with a surprise little side hug before climbing another flight of stairs.
I drove my cranky car to the shop with my sister tailing me in Alec's car. My coach has been making horrible noises for a while. It sounds like the wheels are going to fall off. I have been driving Alec's car for about a month. I like his car. It is a nine year old silver Honda hybrid. I feel like I'm riding in style and that I look professional in this efficient, tidy car.
"We have a new student!" a student announced.
"Hey, what's your name?" I asked.
"Enya."
"And where did you go to school before you came here?"
"Azerbaijan."
Uh, okay.
"Wow. How do you speak such perfect English?"
"Oh, I was born in the U.S.; I have just lived in Azerbaijan for a really long time!"
"Awesome! What um, brought you over there?"
"My parents worked there."
"And what do they do?"
"They work for the CDC."
"Oh, you will be right at home here." I told her, relieved. I looked around the room as the children of the MERS doctors, the Ebola doctors, the SARS doctors, the EVERY SCARY DISEASE doctors, smiled and nodded at her.
"Ms. Hilary, I would like you to meet my student teacher, Ms. Sherman."
"I know you......" she said, puzzled.
"I know you too...." I answered, trying to place from where.
"YOU WERE MY HIGH SCHOOL SPANISH TEACHER!" she squealed. The class started laughing.
"Leslie! Ohhhhhh, you are going to be an elementary school teacher?!" I asked, delighted.
"I hope to be..." she said quietly.
"Wow guys, that is crazy. I feel one hundred years old!" I told the class.
"And you taught Conrad at his old school and here!" one answered.
"That's right, No Pants, I have a wide reach. No one can escape me."
"I have a connection to the Central Idea." James informed me.
"Even though I celebrate Christmas, that doesn't show what I really believe because I'm an atheist."
I made the 'me too' symbol while he spoke.
"People say I can't do that, because I don't believe in Jesus. But I think I can, it's fun, I spend time with my family, we just don't do the God stuff."
"I understand completely. I am the same way."
"Really?"
"Yes."
He smiled secretively and walked away.
"Opera is my weakness!" Jonas exclaimed when I told him that the Atlanta Opera was giving a performance at our school THAT MORNING. He approached me in my stairwell corner and smashed his head against my forehead.
"Look! They are right there, in the Music room, getting warmed up."
We heard the characteristic fa-la-las from the room.
At 8:30 in the morning, I sat with my class as the group began an hour long opera session. I don't think I have ever seen live opera before. I was strangely excited. As the lights dimmed, I felt relaxed. I glanced over and saw Oliver smiling and clapping, though he was surrounded by hundreds of children. I smiled and marveled at the fact that I was at work, and that I have a great job.
I walked to Alec's car after dropping mine off. Holly jumped from the driver's side as we switched seats. I was shocked when I got in. In a matter of seven minutes, the car had been transformed. The seat was all of the way back in nearly a lying down position. The heat was up full blast; it was over eighty degrees in there. "Welcome to the Jungle" screamed from the radio.
"Don't worry," Holly informed me "I programed the station in." she stated with a little smirk.
"So, you taking me to the grocery?".
No comments:
Post a Comment