I’m officially an 8th and 9th grade teacher.
Last year I taught 7th grade and this year I’m helping out in three 7th grade math classes per week. Besides that, this means that the majority of my daily human interactions in life are with 14-16 year old girls. Last week, and the last couple of days, have made me realize how ridiculous and funny this situation can be.
Let me first start by saying that I know very well that I’m no Leo Dicapprio , Zac Efon, or even the werewolf dude from Twilight (Taylor Lautner, – of course I know his name). But one thing about these young women at the all-girls school is that some of them really like the young male teachers. I fit the description I guess.
Last year a bunch of the little sixth graders would giggle at me in the hallway. They would get really shy or awkward when I came into one of their classes or said something to them. During basketball, when we would put out hands in the middle after practice to do a pump-up chant, I would get disturbing pinches and touches on the hand before I had to yell, “please nobody touch me girls”. Yes, there were some interesting drawings and writings on the bathroom stall that seemed to be a bit more mature , but for the most part, the crushes on me were so innocent and funny last year.
So far this year, with the older kids, it has been so much more – how do I describe it….uncomfortable. The last few weeks I’ve been meeting a lot of the new 8th and 9th grade students. I would have to say that some of the excited looks in their eyes have been plain old creepy.
So this brings us to today, in my class with 8 students in it. I’m in the middle of reviewing parts of speech – the standard “adjectives describe nouns” routine that everyone seems to forget every week. After the craziest one of my students (who has zero control over her nonsensical outbursts) finally gets to me and makes me break my attempt to stay serious, everyone in the room overhears the loudest whisper ever.
“He’s EVEN cute when he laughs!”
The class then of course breaks out into an uproar. The girl follows by obliviously saying,
“Oh do you think he heard me?”
The crazy girl proceeds to fall out of her seat and roll on the floor screaming at me.
“Mr. K you KNOW its funny! You KNOW its funny! Don’t you try to not laugh!”
All I can do put my hand over my mouth, laugh, and realize that aside from the five minutes of class time we’ve wasted on this gigglefest, I’ll probably have many more moments like this this year. That is, unless I can give them enough homework or call home enough to have some of my crush-ies turn on me.