Tales out of school
One of my coworkers calls my student teacher my “work husband”. Which is funny but also kind of creepy to me because the guy is 8 years younger than I am. And while I have dated people 8 years older than me (okay one person), I don’t think I could handle the fact that when I was in grade 12, he was a 4th grader. Plus there’s the fact that, you know. I’m married. And I don’t want any other husband.
Anyway. This morning we were talking about all kinds of administrative stuff: report cards, whether or not we have term life insurance (we don’t really have any. Nor does our dental insurance cover very much, and don’t get me started on what they cover, wig-wise), where to find Liquid Paper… you know, the important stuff. Then he yawned. And then apologized. And explained that his girlfriend (also a student teacher) had a seizure when she was in a class yesterday, and has been in the hospital since then.
It reminded me of something that I occasionally lose sight of, with all my sadness about the whole no-kids thing… that everyone has their problems, not to focus so much on my own, and not to assume that others are living such a fairytale life.
And to top it all off, today was his birthday. Here’s hoping that he gets to celebrate this weekend, with his girlfriend, at home.