Me (trying to catch up on blog reading).
Daughter comes into the office.
Mom, one of your former students is in my Woman’s Studies class.
Mmm. That’s nice. (Meanwhile I was reading this post of Motherhood in NYC. It you don’t read Marinka you should check her out. She is so, so funny. Great last blog to read before retiring if you need an uplift).
It’s weird running into your old students. Actually, this one is weird.
Yeah, well, at 150 students a year, over the course of many years, there’s bound to be all types.
No, this one is really weird. Kind of irritating.
I’m still only half listening. Daughter continues.
So, I’m sitting with my friend Brian, a few minutes before class starts, and this guy in front of us turns around and says, “Are you Ms Pseudo’s daughter?” And I say, ahh yeah. My friend Brian was in the middle of telling me a story, so we both just sit there awkwardly and your student keeps going.
Your mom was my teacher.
I was in her class my senior year.
Ah, that’s nice.
She had cancer that year.
Mom, I swear to God, Brian had to cover his mouth and put his head down to keep from laughing. What am I supposed to say to that, “uh, yeah, I think I remember the year my mom had cancer??”
He probably just wanted to know if I was doing alright.
Yeah, well, maybe. But the next thing he says was “Did your mom’s hair grow back? She was bald when she was my teacher.” Brian’s head is down on the desk and his shoulders are shaking he is laughing so hard.
OK. I turn from the glare of the computer monitor. She has my attention and my mirth as well at this point.
Well did you laugh? Cause it is kind of funny when you put it like that.
She IS laughing, finally. Although, I'm pretty sure it is the first time she has laughed at this story.
I might be laughing right now while I’m telling you this. It is funny when I think about it. But I was actually kind of pissed off. I gritted my teeth and told him your hair had grown back and you were doing fine.
Is that it sweetie? Can I go back to reading?
MOM! Brian and I have switched where we sit. But your student keeps following us around and sitting right in front of us!