The only thing that keeps me quitting my job and turning to prostitution.
Last night Eric's parents called and invited us to Macaroni Grill in LR, (loves that place)so Eric and I went. At the hostess station was one of my PTC students. She waved and we exchanged pleasantries and then she disappeared. Thinking nothing of it, I went about my dinner (Pinot Grigio Chicken, super yummy). But later on she comes to the table with what I believe is a hyacinth, but I could be wrong, and a bottle of champagne. She told me that she had taken comp II six times and always felt overwhelmed and quit. She is a single mom with two jobs trying to get through her degree. She thanked me and told me I was a great teacher. I was a bit overwhelmed. I have to deal with so many morons and students with no respect for education, that I often forget that there are some people who genuinely appreciate what I do. I feel special today.
Oh, and also, I have a husband. How weird is that?
Oh, and also, I have a husband. How weird is that?