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How would you describe your job if you couldn’t say what your job is.
Huh, this is a toughie. I’ve always thought it was so cool that once someone asks me what I do (teaching), the only other question I get it “Oh really, what grade?”
Then I tell them, “Four year olds.” After this, I get one of three reactions.
A: The-I want your job but I have no idea how hard it is-reaction.
“Oh, that’s so cute! You must have so much fun all day!”
Yes, but most days I want to punch myself in the face by 8:06 am.
B: The-You must have the patience of a saint-reaction.
“Wow, four year olds. I could never do that. How do you handle that.”
Beer, the answer is always beer.
C: The-Fellow comrade in arms but teaches a different grade that you could never in a million years teach-reaction.
“Really, four year olds. God Bless You. Can I buy you a beer someday?”
Me: “Wow, high school. God Bless You. Can I buy you a beer someday?”