The other day in class, I had a student ask: “Sir, is it okay for men to cry?” Being a guy I thought yesssssssss… my time to shine
Imagine. The feeling of pure adrenaline coursing through your veins as you walk into staffroom for lunch, only to lock eyes on a lingering regret. I lost my appetite. Him? I should’ve expected it; things had been going well, too well. We call the staffroom the ‘fishbowl’ because all the students on their lunch break can see in but pretend we don’t exist and as long as they keep down, we extend them the same courtesy. Much like a child’s pet goldfish. Luckily, fate placed me on the other side of a window and apparently the awkwardness emanating from me was yet to be noticed. I promptly returned from whence I came.