I met a student the other day and was making small talk.
Me: What are you hoping to do once you graduate?
Him: I'm not sure really. If all else fails I can always enter the dead-end job that is teaching.
Me: Right. [Awkward pause]
Him: No offence if you're a teacher.
Me: I am a teacher actually you dipstick
I found it quite funny at the time and especially enjoyed watching him trying to dig himself out of the hole, but it has been bothering me ever since for several reasons.
- I'm cross with myself for not standing up for the profession. Instead I immediately started to justify myself. Why did I even do that?
- I'm cross at the arrogant naivety of youth. I woul quite like to bump into him in five years just so I can ask him how his dazzling career is going.
- I'm upset that this is how some people view me and that I haven't made more of myself. I never wanted to be a teacher. I was on a path to become an Ed Psych when I had my first baby. Ten years and three children later they have changed the requirements so that I would now have to do a phd which we can't afford. I'm very intelligent and very driven, and yet feel like I'm stuck in a 'dead-end job'. And this has now been confirmed to me by some 20 year-old guy with his head up his own arse and I'm annoyed that it's bothered me so much.