Well if you asked my wonderful hubby what it’s like to be married to me, a brazen teacher, I’m sure he’d say it’s one of the most painful, dangerous and sucky jobs out there, and that he’s a courageous hero who deserves a medal. Now if you ask me, that’s crazily exaggerated.
But actually, I think my hubby secretly loves being married to a shameless teacher. He gets to boast and show me how clever he is by helping me create wondrous props and resources for my spiffy classroom. He has made a fantastic aeroplane (check it out below) for my classroom as well as stunning 6 foot high trees. He has painstakingly drawn posters and charts and is always on hand to flex his muscles to move furniture, hang sensational art work and just generally rearrange my classroom when I want.
He adores it when I use my ‘teacher voice’ to talk to him. He quite often ‘warns’ me that I’m using my ‘teacher voice’ again, but I know that he secretly wished that I talked fearlessly like this all the time. He also especially likes my terrifying ‘teacher look’; you know that looming look you use to strongly convey to the misbehaving student that what he/she is doing is highly inappropriate. I must have this down to a fine art, as my amazing husband tells me “don’t give me your crazy teacher look; I’m not one of your excitable students.” Which we know really means “okay I’ll do what you want!”
One of my fearless hubby’s favourite events is going to social gatherings with other marvellous teachers. He happily listens to how that little rascal ‘Johnny’ got his pencil stuck in his ear again or how Miss so and so wore a scandalous skirt for parent teacher night. But, I do wonder why when we arrive home he says, “that was bloody torture; please don’t make me go again!”
All in all I’d say it’s pretty damn good being married to little ole me, the shameless teacher.
Graphic Credits: Little Red