Today I met and got oriented with my shadow, and that shadow is male. Now before the “I told you so’s” of the guys who feel emasculated by me (well, it’s not entirely my fault, is it?), let me assure you that the shadow is of a different and separate entity. He is a practicumer from that university right beside our school, and he will be “shadowing” me starting January, for 20 hours.
This has been a source of amusement among us (unknown to shadow, of course) as my co-teachers start joking about their imagined “possibilities”. I go along, I don’t mind, but really, I do feel that I should be stocking up on cell phone loads to be rationed to the shadow if that is to happen. We were joking that after some time, they would see me getting thinner and my place getting emptied a little at a time as I run out of money, and I would be using that line that goes, “I did not lose my ref, I just misplaced it in his place”. Poor shadow, he doesn’t know the scenarios we’ve come up with. I just hope that we’ll get along well because, yeah, it would already be such a task to even try to become a good “cooperating teacher” and much more so to stay nice to someone you don’t like, right? So good luck to us. And let’s hope that he has a nice single tito. Hehehe.
Well, the voice in my head seems to be awake again, and will probably be active but, as usual, suppressed, in the next few months, then. Hopefully I can keep a straight face when something funny comes up. Just this afternoon, when I met the shadow, he called me “ma’am” (SVMH – Suppressed Voice in My Head: “Wait, are you sure it’s not ‘mom’?”) and I didn’t like the sound of it.
Me: “I don’t like ‘ma’am’. How should we address each other instead…?”
Shadow: “It’s up to you.”
SVMH: “Can I call you mine?”
Oh, geez. Maybe I just need some cheese.
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