I volunteered in Mo's classroom Friday, which was so much fun.
As soon as I walked in, one boy asked me to tie his shoe, another hugged me and a little girl asked my name. I replied "Brooke."
But soon I learned that I'm not "Brooke" in the classroom.
MANY times over, the teacher addressed me as "Mrs. Hall." It was the most bizarre thing.
I loved helping the kids read and write, but hearing, "Mrs. Hall will hand out your workbook," and "Just ask me or Mrs. Hall for help" - not only did it not feel like she was talking to someone else, I also realized I was getting a big agitated.
Did it make me feel old? Well, yes it did, but I think it was more than that.
I realized that only other time I've been addressed that way is when annoying telemarketers call the house. This was the first time I've been called "Mrs. Hall" in a good way!
1 year ago