On Saturday night, Mr. P and I went to The Grove for dinner and a movie. Apparently we have settled into this as our routine. We’re an old married couple after 3 weeks.I digress.
We thought about seeing Superbad, but after noting they already had a line at 9:30 for the 11:15 showing, we decided to skip it. We walked toward the exit and I heard someone yell out “Miss Pearl” (OK, my real unmarried last name, but you know what I mean). I saw it was a group of about 4 or so of my students from last year. I was glad to see them because in the summer time, I really miss my kids. We talked for a bit, then they went out in search of girls to hit on and we went off to leave.
I was thinking about it later and I realized that talking to them might have been potentially awkward . . . at least for them. I remember when I used to see my teachers out and about and it was like seeing an alien or a science experiment or something. It was something kind of creepy and bizarre — like a-whaaaaaaaaaaaaat, teachers actually go out to dinner/grocery shopping/to the mall?!?! And it hit me. I am that alien. I am that weird science experiment. As young and cool and fetch as I feel, high school graduation was 8 years ago.
I am a grown up.
*tear*
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