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I forgot to mention.
Two days ago, my fourth grade teacher bought two computers from Best Buy. We performed service on them, and I basically just handed them to her. Yet, she knew who I was. In 4th grade, I was 9. With a summer birthday, I was a year behind most everyone in my grade.
...I was hoping I had made an unrecognizable transition from when I was 9.
Alas, apparently that was not the case. She guessed my first and last name correctly. Even if she heard a coworker say 'Jeff', even if I have red hair, I was still taken aback.
Compared to me, she looked rather different. Considering that as a teacher she was already an adult, and this is 16 years later, she sure looked like a different person. Not just aged, in particular, but 'Mid-life crisis' transformed as well. Not that she was ever really stable.
Her remembering my name was impressive, but her recognizing me at all was devastating. I can only hope that there are several factors weighing in my favor, such as me being one of her first classes as a teacher, being ego-driven to remember children and to assign them to adult faces, and that she may have been taking a shot in the dark. One can only hope.
I was an ugly kid.
Two days ago, my fourth grade teacher bought two computers from Best Buy. We performed service on them, and I basically just handed them to her. Yet, she knew who I was. In 4th grade, I was 9. With a summer birthday, I was a year behind most everyone in my grade.
...I was hoping I had made an unrecognizable transition from when I was 9.
Alas, apparently that was not the case. She guessed my first and last name correctly. Even if she heard a coworker say 'Jeff', even if I have red hair, I was still taken aback.
Compared to me, she looked rather different. Considering that as a teacher she was already an adult, and this is 16 years later, she sure looked like a different person. Not just aged, in particular, but 'Mid-life crisis' transformed as well. Not that she was ever really stable.
Her remembering my name was impressive, but her recognizing me at all was devastating. I can only hope that there are several factors weighing in my favor, such as me being one of her first classes as a teacher, being ego-driven to remember children and to assign them to adult faces, and that she may have been taking a shot in the dark. One can only hope.
I was an ugly kid.