Here's a regular happening in my daily life.
"You're a counselor?!?! I thought you were one of the students."
"Oh sorry Ms. White, I thought you were one of the students."
I've been yelled at several times because the administrators didn't realize it was me, one of the counselors, because they thought I was one of the many students in the hall. Here are a few examples:
Two years ago I was working in a classroom as a teaching assistant. I had to escort one of my students to lunch and as I was standing in line with her another student came up to us and started talking about very disturbing things. My student's face went pale and she said, "Hey stop! She's my teacher." Disgusting student, "Oh really?! Sorry! I thought you were one of the students."
One morning last year we got to school and the power was out. I was standing in the hall trying to help maintain even a tiny bit of order and Mr. Frustaci, our assistant principal, started yelling at me to get to class or I would be in trouble. Even after I turned around he was still hollering at me. He didn't stop until I was inches from his face and had informed him that "I'm SARAH WHITE!"
Today, I held a cheer information meeting after school and after the meeting I was standing in the front hall surrounded by about 5 students answering questions. Mr. Frustaci (maybe he's the problem, not me) started yelling, "WHY ARE YOU STILL IN THE BUILDING? GO HOME!" I turned around and just looked at him. "Oh, sorry Ms. White I didn't realize that was you." Good grief!
What do I need to do to look older? I'm not changing the way I dress because I like my cute clothes way too much. I've tried several different hairstyles and colors (good thing I have a good hairstylist, thanks Callie) and that hasn't worked. I'm nearing 26, I shouldn't look like a 14 year old anymore!
"You're a counselor?!?! I thought you were one of the students."
"Oh sorry Ms. White, I thought you were one of the students."
I've been yelled at several times because the administrators didn't realize it was me, one of the counselors, because they thought I was one of the many students in the hall. Here are a few examples:
Two years ago I was working in a classroom as a teaching assistant. I had to escort one of my students to lunch and as I was standing in line with her another student came up to us and started talking about very disturbing things. My student's face went pale and she said, "Hey stop! She's my teacher." Disgusting student, "Oh really?! Sorry! I thought you were one of the students."
One morning last year we got to school and the power was out. I was standing in the hall trying to help maintain even a tiny bit of order and Mr. Frustaci, our assistant principal, started yelling at me to get to class or I would be in trouble. Even after I turned around he was still hollering at me. He didn't stop until I was inches from his face and had informed him that "I'm SARAH WHITE!"
Today, I held a cheer information meeting after school and after the meeting I was standing in the front hall surrounded by about 5 students answering questions. Mr. Frustaci (maybe he's the problem, not me) started yelling, "WHY ARE YOU STILL IN THE BUILDING? GO HOME!" I turned around and just looked at him. "Oh, sorry Ms. White I didn't realize that was you." Good grief!
What do I need to do to look older? I'm not changing the way I dress because I like my cute clothes way too much. I've tried several different hairstyles and colors (good thing I have a good hairstylist, thanks Callie) and that hasn't worked. I'm nearing 26, I shouldn't look like a 14 year old anymore!
4 comments:
Don't worry, I can completely relate.
I still have this problem too. People always say, "You'll like it when you are 50." When I worked at the temple I told people I had a great plastic surgeon. Maybe you should take up smoking or drinking to age the face, I have thought about it myself, but I cannot make that kind of commitment.
The funniest one for me was when I was pregnant w/ Jocee and I was 6 months along and I went to our stake's seminary graduation and one of the bishops shook my hand to congratulate me on graduating.
Like the others- I sympathize and relate. Parents would come into my classroom and ask ME where the teacher was.
Hmmm.
Not sure how to help you there.
I have to agree with the other comments already made, your barefoot queen's comment happens to me daily.When I worked at the jr high yesterday and monday I was asked several times if I needed mr. statler for something before school started. Some girls in his seventh period asked me if I was graduated or if I was getting credit for this(meaning teaching).when I told them that I was already graduated from high school and college and had been teaching for five years they said, "no way,you have not!"
I've tried everything believe me and all I can do now is laugh as I tell them who I am and what I'm doing. RELAX SARAH! You think too much.
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