This week I directed band. All week. Mind you, I’m not a band director. I played in the high school band, so I can read music, but that’s as far as she goes. This week, I was waving the wand and right or wrong the whole gang followed my lead.
Ah. What a time.
Kid: Are you 47 [years old]
Me: [Looking at him for eight seconds]
Everyone else: [Quiet]
Me: Uhhhhhh……yeeeeaaaaaaahhhh……I’m 47.
Everyone else: [Laughter]
My real age = 32
A few of the kids thought I looked like Jesus. One of the kids was particularly astonished by the resemblance, and he had a hard time doing anything else but staring at me. He took my picture and called me Jesus the rest of the period. My continual reply went something like this: Jesus wants you to focus on getting your worksheet done.