One of the things I did not anticipate about going back to school is how curious my students are about it. I usually bring a textbook and notebook with me in case I have a few free minutes (a hilarious thought), and they're always flipping through the book and marveling over all the notes I take and asking if I have to write reports and take tests. It's very cute.
A few days ago, one of them asked me why I was going to school. "Are you going to be a counselor?" I told him that I had thought about being a counselor but for now, I wanted to be a teacher instead of an aide.
He got a panicked look on his face. "Which room are you going to be in?"
"Oh, I don't know," I said, deciding to skip explaining that I might not even work at our school. "We'll have to see."
"What, you don't think I'd be a good teacher?"
"No, I just don't want you to be someone else's teacher before you're done being my aide."
And that's my story.