When Señorita Peaches Becomes Peach

Today was the third beautiful day in a row in our normally cold, cold city.  To celebrate, Mr. Peaches, Holden, and I walked to the park down by the nearby lake.  We spread out a big old blanket, took off our shoes, and basked in the sunlight and warmth.  We spent hours throwing the ball while Mr. Holden brought it back enthusiastically, which happens to be his favorite pastime.  It was beautiful.  It was serene.  It was perfect.

As we were about to pack up to leave I saw one of my students ride his bicycle past me on the grass.  Shocked, I yelled out his name and shortly after his younger sister (he's in eighth grade; she's in sixth and also my student) appeared as well.

I introduced them to Holden, and to Mr. Peaches- who I referred to by first name- and we made awkward conversation for about three minutes until his sister- thankfully- called him back for one reason or another.

This was the first time I saw any of my students outside of school and I laughed all the way home.  No one teaches you how to treat students when you see them outside of school.  Should I have introduced Mr. Peaches as Mr. LastName instead?  These kids don't even know my first name, so it seems strange that they would know his.

It also made me laugh to remember what it was like to run into my own teachers at that age.  "She looked so different!"  "I can't believe her boyfriend was there!  Do you think they live together?"  "Her dog was so small!"  Too cute.

Here are some more fetch photos for your enjoyment:

!Feliz Pascua¡