I admit, I started teaching
at the age of 25, right after getting out of college. This means that I haven’t
had much experience in the real world – I mean “office” world. This also means that
after 15 years of teaching, I still feel like I am … 25.
Whereas, my 40 something
year old friends and family members sound more distinguished and mature with age…
I am still stuck in the "teenage phase."
Here a just a few things that prove that working with teenagers can be very very annoying :-)
1. You start to sound like them.
Here a just a few things that prove that working with teenagers can be very very annoying :-)
1. You start to sound like them.
I am not sure when it
started but I have noticed that I often use vocabulary which … well… is not a
40 –year- old woman vocabulary. I frequently answer with “cool” or call people “dudes”
and my worst - refereeing to a “gig” rather than an event. What is more, my
text messages (despite my logical and moral opposition) have started to include
“bae”, “YOLO” and even an occasional “wtf.” (And yes, that one I am really not
proud of.)
2.
You never know if they are secretly saying something naughty.
While it’s true that I am fairly
knowledgeable about the current slang (I mean, if not the students than my son
always had an ample supply of new and unusual words), the teenage dialect is an
ever-changing thing. I can never really keep up. So, when I ask my students
what they did over the summer and one of them says, “I went bowling,” I am
forced to wonder if the giggles from his classmates are because “bowling” is
the newest code word for something else – drugs, sex, bingeing on video games.
Who knows? I am certain, however, that half of the time they are enjoying my
questioning look.
4.
You question every fashion choice.
Yeah, this one I have not
conquered yet. It is connected to a social media and the account settings. In a
way, I want my students to feel that I am approachable and have nothing to hide…yet,
those pictures on Facebook from 20 years ago showing me wearing an NKOTB
t-shirt and pink jeans – are now just laughable. And without a doubt, the
students have seen it. Becoming part of a joke that they undoubtedly create can
be just simply awful. Not to mention the day when my H&M dress is identical
to one a 16-year-old Alena wore last Tuesday …Yeah, look on Alena’s face as she
was approaching me in the green military tunic and staring at the identical one
I was wearing was just priceless.
5 You get horrid pop songs
stuck in your head.
I have read once that a truly
happy 40-year-old listens to the same music he or she did when they were
teenagers… Well, I did throw away the NKOTB tapes but my Enrique Iglesias will
always be mine. It is, however, my choice to listen to him over and over… it is
something different when I am going about my business, having a perfectly
lovely day, when all of a sudden I realize that I have been singing Into
You by Arianna Grande for the last half hour – or Adele It’s me…It never fails. I hear them in
class, I hear them during the breaks and even on the bus on the way to school –
and it is impossible to get them untucked.
6.
You find yourself saying, “When I was your age…” way too much.
Again, the age factor creeps
up. I want to feel connected and more in tune with the teenager that I teach.
Consequently, I find myself pulling my experiences back to them with a “when I
was your age…” which immediately stuns me as I realize that my son is their age
or even older. Teenagers can never imagine that I was ever their age. And even
if I were, things were so much different waaaayyyyy back then that my stories
are completely irrelevant. Hence, “when I was your age…” is often followed by
son’s reply: “you mean, during the dinosaur age?”
7.
You don’t know whether to baby them or tell them to grow up.
This is where I am really
lost, double lost if I think of my son too (whom I have just had the pleasure
of visiting for the weekend at college.) This is the paradox of the not-quite
children, not-quite-grown-up people known as teenagers. One minute I just want
to give them a hug and say that all will be just fine because after all they
are kids. But the next minute I want to pound them with a frying pan while screaming
how irresponsible and immature they are. I mean someone should teach them that it is
about time they got their act together because life ahead is rough. At the end
of the day I am more exhausted then they are… maybe a bit schizophrenic from
going back and forth from the not-quite-children and not-quite-grown-up attitude.
Despite all of this, I
wouldn’t change working with them for an “office” job. I mean, thanks to the
teenagers, I have tapped into the fountain of youth. After all, you are only as
old as you feel…hence am still a very happy 25 year old.