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Conferences

20140319-223256.jpgToday was the first night of conferences. Today, I asked my students to fill out a questionnaire telling me what they thought I’d be saying to their parents or guardians.

The results were overall fabulous, but this one acts as a summary of my emotions during my first year of teaching.

“(That) I am “A joy to have in a class room of barbarians and psychotics.” And “He is probably the best student.”

Oh, what a year it’s been. I love my job.

 

Bustedddd

Today some of my students started Googling me in class… and discovered my modeling career. By modeling career I mean 35 seconds of not tripping on a runway in front of hundreds upon hundreds of women at one of the best blogging conferences I know.

I had a momentary silent freak out, and then I remembered that, as a blogger, I have made the choice to let my voice be heard. In class, I value the honest relationship I have with my students. Despite my slight bit of unease to know my students have seen me in a ton of makeup walking on a runway, my momentary anxiety was fueled by my blog being attached to my “runway show.” Then I remembered the mantra I’ve had since I’ve been blogging: if I’m posting something I wouldn’t want my students to see then I probably shouldn’t be posting it anyway. This mantra has made me a better blogger, much like the experience of being a model in the BlogHer13 Fashion Show helped me become more confident and unafraid to embrace who I am.

Do your homework, kiddos. Seriously.

Do your homework, kiddos. Seriously.

So, although I say this with a bit of unease, welcome to my life, silently lurking students. Yes, your English teacher was in a fashion show this past summer. Yes, your English teacher is a blogger. Yes, your English teacher has a life outside of school.

Welcome to reality, my dears. Now go do your homework.

Asking directly

Sometimes the big picture is just a little bit blurred.

Sometimes the big picture is just a little bit blurred.

Midterms are next week, and students are freaking out. I held an extra review session after school today, and it was a random mix of students. I had one student staying after for detention “but only ‘cuz I’m one of their favorite teachers,” another student who just needed someplace to hang out, and a few students working on an (admittedly) obnoxiously large review that I gave them.

All week, my one class has been bugging me about wanting to know what my “fiancé” looks like, if “he” is Black or Spanish, etc. I figured some rumors must be flying, but I shrugged it off, refusing to answer any questions and telling my kids that I enjoy hearing rumors about myself that spread throughout the day.

Anyway, after school, the unexpected happened.

Student 1: “Miss, I have to ask you, and I hope you don’t mind. You tell us to ask what we’re thinking… Can I ask you something personal?”

Me: “Maybe?”

Student 1: “Are you… is your fiancé… not a man? Are you… you know… gay?”

Me: “Yes. I’m a lesbian.”

Student 2: “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?!!”

Me: “Nobody ever asked me directly. I mean, when you asked if I had a boyfriend, I said I didn’t have a boyfriend, and when another class asked if I was in a relationship, I said that I was in a relationship.”

Student 3 (who has been homophobic and dropping the “f-g bomb” almost everyday): “Miss! All this time you let me say ‘he’ and look like a fool. I been played son.” (pauses) “So is your fiancée still black like the rumors said?!”

I guess I’m just glad I live in a world where only my fiancée’s color matters to students who have regularly dropped the “f-g” bomb all year?

It’ll be interesting to see what happens tomorrow when the latest “rumor” about my love life is spread…