Not even, Teacher
Tomorrow is Pajama Day at school. Will I be wearing pajamas? I don't think so. When I was explaining this to a few of my students, a little girl (who I have never seen before) walked by, threw up her palm and said "Please, you look good in pajamas."
My 6th grade student, Mariella, wrinkled her nose and said, "How do YOU know?" to the much younger girl.
She looked me up and down and said, "'Cause she's a woman. Duh." then walked away.
Something that will never cease to weird me out is the fact that every student at school knows who I am and wants a piece of me, that is, of course, except for the ones that I'm assigned to tutor. These kids, MY kids, roll their eyes when I come in and mutter, "Come ON, Teacher, I don't want to bring my whole backpack," or "Not even, Teacher, I not lying."
Other students, however, students who I don't know, have never spoken to, and have never even been around, beg me to take them. Little girls will squirm around in their seats and ask me when it's their turn (all I want to do is reply, "Well? Are you literate? Because if so, you're out of luck). Others will tell me how pretty I am ("Your eyes is like...green..and brown...and gold?"), how they like my nose ring, how they love the way I draw. It's flattering, but incredibly weird.
Little boys I don't tutor will hug-attack me on the way out, while my own students can't wait to get away from me and my flash cards.
Weirdos.
On a related note, last week was Halloween and there was no hope of tutoring. Friday was basically a day off, while still having to be there. We watched the kinderkids parade around in the morning to the Monster Mash. I'd say about 70% of them were Iron Man, while the rest were Witch Ballerinas. In the afternoon the rest of the grades had their own Halloween Parade. I have NEVER seen so many Scream masks. Instead of tutoring my after-school kids like usual, we just made ghosts out of white construction paper and I fed them little packs of Goldfish. Big Mistake.
Apparently, Goldfish to 3rd grade boys has the same kind of effect as crack cocaine. Everyday since then they've been asking me when I'll bring more Goldfish, hopping around and telling me how delicious and necessary they are to their learning environment.
Weiiirddooos.
But I love them.