#2- Students and their...manners...
In St. Louis, my title was "Ma'm." This went for anytime a kid was speaking to me, especially when they were in trouble. The first time a child called me that I thought to myself, "Holy s*&t, I'm an adult." I was right out of college and had to act older than I felt, but I'll admit, I got used to that feeling really quick. I looked to (and felt like) Anne Shirley, out of her element, yet determined to succeed. I had my fair share of Anne moments, and while I never had a snake put in my desk or hit a student, there were times when I would just vedge in front of "Anne of Green Gables" and shout, "That's right L.M. Montgomery! You got it right!! Anne, you take that little girl DOWN!" I'm glad I had that trilogy to fall back on in times of trouble.
Here in Benton City, before students knew my name (which I've always felt is a bit lazy on their part- I memorize 150 names in two weeks, and you can't learn just one? Sigh...), my title was "Teacher." I now understand that to be an honorable title in the Hispanic community here. The first time I heard that, I honestly thought of the scene when John Keating from "Dead Poet's Society" is introducing his students to the poem, "Oh Captain, my Captain!" To be called "Teacher" is just such a lovely acknowledgement of my work, akin to a military title, but with more love. It's a difficult sensation to explain.
The way students dress is also very different. I mean, I went from the inner city...
|My favorite saying from St. Louis? "I gotta use it, Ms. Labrie!!"|
|Ah, uniforms, they flatter every body type like a bicycle helmet flatters every head shape.|
to the country...
|My favorite saying from Benton City? "YOLO."|
|This may be from spirit week, but camo, cowboy hats and boots are familiar sights at school...|
Let me make it simple for you-
And to end today's post on a most awesome note...for your viewing pleasure...
|Oh my freaking goodness.|