Ginger's offhanded references to Lorenzetti make us so happy. —Sparkitors
Picture this. It's the summer after your first year of college. You’re at the park. You’re watching your little brother and his friends, and you’re working on rounding them up and getting them home. Not an easy job, to be certain, but your new lasso is doing the trick. Suddenly, without any warning, you spot it. An old high school teacher.
Calm down. There are a couple of ways to handle this. It all depends on who this teacher happens to be.
That sociology teacher you had a crush on: For the love of all that is good in this world, go make small talk! Bring up the fact that college students are almost always more interested in social justice than high school students are. Sociology teachers eat that stuff up.
Math teacher: Any old math teacher. They’re all the same. Or, at least, all mine were. And I didn’t like a single one. Maybe that stems from my dislike of the subject, but if you’re anything like me, you should make awkward eye contact, half-smile, cough, and walk away. You don't need any more reminders of that 3 you got in AP Calc. (No, I haven’t moved on. It still bugs me. I should have learned how to complete the square.)
Your AP US History teacher: I was always on awkward terms with mine. To compensate for assigning unholy amounts of homework, he gave us unholy amounts of candy. And he is always more than willing to dole out candy for grads. But still. An AP US History teacher is not an easy one to make small talk with at the park, a fact which he himself doesn't know. Say hi at your own risk!
Any of your English teachers: Is it just me, or are the English teachers always the favorites? I loved all of mine, as did my friends. You should sit down on a park bench with yours and have a right old chat. Get book recommendations. Be told, lovingly, that whatever you’re reading is inferior to whatever they’re reading. Counter with knowledge you have procured in your collegiate exploits. For example, “vaingloriousness” was NOT a word Thomas Hardy created solely for “The Convergence of the Twain,” even if Microsoft Word is saying that I spelled it wrong. “Vanagloria” was the name Lorenzetti (a 14th century Italian painter) gave to an allegory of a vice in “The Allegory of the Bad Government.” Sometimes it’s the small battles that matter.
Band directors, art teachers, and the like: You probably won’t have to make a decision here. They’ll come to you! And you’ll talk for ages about everything. Music, art, gossip, whatever. You will forget about the children you are supposedly supposed to stop from killing each other. And it will be wonderful.
Ginger’s Song of the Week: The weirdest thing happened to me the other day. I listened to bluegrass… and I liked it! I don’t know if it’s the harmonies or the lyrics or what… But as a non-country lover, I would recommend that you listen to this.
Have you run into a teacher yet? What did you do?
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