My Step-Mom used to work at my high school, so a lot of her friends are former teachers of mine. Well, she was having a holiday party a few weeks ago, and I decided to pop over and help her. When I walked in, my Chemistry teacher was standing next to the Egg Nog. I went up and reintroduced myself. "Hi Mr Smith (his name has been changed) do you remember me from high school?"
Now, I said the last part wincing. I was a "difficult" teenager. He said, "Oh, Yes! And you don't have to call me Mr Smith. You can call me Joe."
I balked. I have so much respect for this man; I don't know if I can call him by his first name! It's so strange. There were more teachers there too and THEY all wanted me to call them by their first names too! I don't know if I can go there.
Now, I said the last part wincing. I was a "difficult" teenager. He said, "Oh, Yes! And you don't have to call me Mr Smith. You can call me Joe."
I balked. I have so much respect for this man; I don't know if I can call him by his first name! It's so strange. There were more teachers there too and THEY all wanted me to call them by their first names too! I don't know if I can go there.