October 31, 2011

I Love Love Love Teachers

I love how he's a teacher. I love how he talks about the kids in his class; how they razz him because he has longish hair. He'll tell me that his kids have nicknames for him and he'll smile as he talks about it. He takes his job seriously and is genuinely pleased with his kids' successes because they're his too.

And my god, he's so cute in his work clothes, with his button-down shirt rolled up to his elbows and his brown corduroy blazer and his maroon tie flopping around like a dog's tongue. I just wanna bury my face in his chest and take a nap. You can bet your ass he has a running countdown 'til summer break. Just ask him how many days are left of the school year and he'll tell you instantly.

Hanging out with him is like having a backstage pass to high school. He'll tell me weird stories about the other teachers like how some of his colleagues are alcoholics or otherwise crummy fuckups. Whaaaaat? I can't get enough of the gossip. He'll disclose all the teacher tricks, like how they all talk about the kids with each other in the break room. I never considered my teachers would talk to each other! That blew my mind.

Sure, it sucks that he has to wake up so early on weekdays and forgettabout going out on Friday nights because he'll be too wiped out from his week to entertain the idea. But, when he took me to his favorite cafe and told me that this was where he graded papers, my heart melted into a puddle on the floor. I love you, teachers! I give you an A+ for being so radical.


Anonymous said...

It'll have to be cheap dates, or get used to paying!

Teachers are some of the most underpaid people in the world.

Anonymous said...

I am pretty sure the KiC is a cheap date.

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