Which brings me to my conversation with the lovely girl who was forced to cut my lion mane hair yesterday.
We somehow got on the subject of high school, so I asked where she graduated from and was delighted to hear that she attended the school I'll be teaching at this year.
|This is what the poor hair dressers face.|
Yes, I tip well.
"That's great! That's where I teach!"
Cue look of How old are you exactly?
"Cool. What do you teach?"
"I teach math."
Cue look of I think I'm going to vomit all over your wet head.
"Oh, I'm sorry. High school math. Ugh. I hated math. I was terrible at it. I didn't even take it junior and senior year. All I need math for is addition and subtraction and maybe multiplication and division. But, that's what a calculator is for."
Aaaaand...we made it to a whopping 2 minutes and 58 seconds!
There were so many things I wanted to say and ask...but nothing seemed right.
Sadly, I feel like I have conversations like this on a weekly basis. As soon as (most) people find out I'm a math teacher it's like there's an unspoken wall that just appears.
If you're a math teacher, I'm guessing you experience this same phenomenon. So...what do YOU do when this happens? I feel like I'm disgracing my beloved field of mathematics by not defending it. But in the same breath, I don't want to disregard a bad experience in high school.
Does anyone have something witty or funny to say to dispel the tension in moments like these? I really hope so. Because I'm clearly clueless as to what the protocol is. I'd love some help here. I'm getting tired of 3-minute conversations.