The following tale is based on actual events which occurred a number of years ago…
It had been a long time since I had gotten excited about the first day of school. There was a time, once upon a time, when I actually looked forward to that fateful September day when I would be able to break out the new school supplies and strap on that brand new pair of shoes. See, when I was a kid, I didn’t have too many friends who lived close by. So that meant that all of my school friends were far away from me during the summer. So my summers weren’t that awesome.
Life is different as an adult. After my first year of working in a school, summer vacation took on a whole new meaning. Not that I went on vacation or anything. I worked that summer. I spent most of my break in school. Not real school, but it was fairly equivalent to real school.
And then I reached the first day of real school for the new school year. Seemed kind of early to me, being the middle of August and all, but why complain about the chance to go back to work and actually receive a decent paycheck?
I was in a new school that year. New things tend to make me a little uncomfortable. After all, who loves change? You get used to a thing and you tend to enjoy it. Because it’s comfortable. It’s that old mattress that’s molded to your shape because you sleep in the same position every night for five years. That was a bad example. Old mattresses get uncomfortable. Springs get out of place. You start waking up with a bad back and convince yourself that it’s just old age because you’re too cheap to buy a new mattress.
But the new school was a real issue. It meant that I had to get to know new teachers and new students and new administration. It took me a few months to grow comfortable with the teachers I had gotten to know at my previous school. So, the plan was to be completely with my new situation just in time for Christmas break.
I was working with new counselors. Well, they weren’t new counselors. They had been at the school for years. But they were new to me. And they were already planning to set me up with one of the teachers at the school. But I wasn’t sure I wanted to stroll down that path again. The last time I fell for a teacher I worked with it didn’t turn out so great. Let’s just say I really wasn’t her type.
But on that first day of school, I was stopped by the other counselors in the hallway, just outside the teachers’ lounge. “There she is! In the lounge! Making copies!” exclaimed counselor number one.“Oh! Well, why don’t I just run right in there and ask her out?!”
It was the first day, kids. I figured we should try to keep our eye on the ball for at least a little while. I had a lot to juggle with career and moving and getting to know my new clients. Dating a teacher that I didn’t know at all wasn’t exactly on the menu for me at the moment. If they wanted to talk to me again after Christmas break, that would be okay. You know, when I was finally comfortable hanging around the new school.