On Mondays, I fear for my vocal cords.
(vocal nodules are sometimes called ‘teacher’s nodules’, you know)
But there are always bright spots, and today there were these:
- A very small, very brief smile from a very sullen girl who hasn’t given me the time of day all year
- Getting the “파이팅/fighting!” fist pump from not one but TWO co-teachers (because they were feeling my/our Monday pain too)
- This interaction during an offering/asking for food lesson:
Me: What would you like?
Girl:(wraps both arms around my hips from her seated position) I would like a boyfriend.
(turns to her male desk mate) Will you marry me?
(upon no response from him, turns to her other male desk mate, completely unfazed) Will you marry me?
Maybe that kind of unshakable confidence and hopefulness is what we all need on a Monday.