I had this one student, early 20s, who stared at me a lot and would always hang around after class, chat me up, etc. I don't know about you reading this, but sometimes you just know. I'm not saying that every person likes me, but sometimes, you can just sense it. And I was right. (I like to consider myself a good reader of body language.)
On a Monday, my student brought me cake because he thought I'd like it. In retrospect I realize I was being wooed with lemon cake. But, then, he hung around after class, as usual, to help me carry some things upstairs. He goes, "What are you doing tomorrow night? Would you like to go to the Oktoberfest with me? I'd really like to go with you."
Now, of course, maybe he was being nice (later it was confirmed it was in fact an ask out) but I was like oh, thanks, but no thanks.
No big deal.
Then came Tuesday.
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As part of a warm-up, I had an envelope of random questions they could pull out and ask each other. 'If you had a million dollars and had to spend it all in one day, what would you do?' 'What animal are you afraid of?' Those kinds of questions.
Well, someone pulls out, 'Describe an embarrassing moment.' We all laugh. I say, 'No worries. I've had plenty.' And they were about to find out.
My student, bless his heart, goes, 'I asked my teacher out and she said no.'
My heart kind of stopped a second. It wouldn't have been a big deal if I hadn't been encouraging them all to ask follow up questions for more details. The students were kind of like, ohhhhh.
One student asked, which teacher?
My student turned and made eye contact with me. All I could think was, don't you dare...
He smiles and gestures at me. 'My English teacher'.
All heads turned to me. I closed my eyes for a second. After a moment of silent swearing, all
I could do was shrug, clear my throat, avoid eye contact, and say, 'See. As I said, I've had plenty.'
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