“How old are you, Miss Lauren?” a student inquired recently.
Now, I don’t get mistaken as a student anymore. Last year, I was often stopped in the halls of Naperville North and asked for a pass. While I was wearing a suit, heels, and a teacher’s badge. What kind of student dresses like that, I have no idea. I guess you have to be careful though.
This year, I:
1) Get to wear a set-me-apart teachers uniform,
2) Teach 7th and 8th graders, meaning that
3) I am taller than all but one of my students.
Regardless, I’m still on the younger side, or so I thought.
“How old do you think I am, [Student]?”
“WHAT!? No, I’m not 40. Try again.”
I guess I should’ve counted my blessings when I was mistaken for a sophomore.