Maturity

Jamie recently commented on the fact that she thought motherhood would mature her. Only to find herself one month after the birth of her son, making him run by the webcam like a muppet.

Maturity is so overrated. I constantly have 14 year olds telling me how immature I am.

On Monday, I went into “Danny Hysterics” during a junior high class after comparing one of my really shy, quiet student’s side profile to that of the Egyptian Sphinx in our history book. Upon comparing the two, my students noticed the similarities immediately and began laughing, as well. Then I started laughing more.

They stopped.

I continued.

This made me laugh harder. Then, I didn't know why I was laughing anymore because it wasn't really that funny. This caused me to laugh even harder and start crying. I tried to gather myself, calm down and start to read again but before I could finish the sentence my voice went up two octaves and I started giggling like a little school girl. The class just stared in awe as they watched their teacher train wreck. Most of them started laughing again due to how stupid I looked but when I couldn’t stop, they all began to feel uncomfortable as they couldn’t get their head around what was so damned funny.

Did you ever make a teacher really angry at school and begin laughing, despite knowing full well it was only making them angrier? And how, when you realize your laughing is quickly sinking you further- laugh louder? Well that is what I was experiencing at the time but also realizing that the roles were usually reversed. It is not the teacher who should be receiving disapproving comments from the students on how childish he is.

That pretty much ended my class. I spent the last 10 minutes of the lesson trying to take deep breaths and focusing… only to burst out laughing over and over again. It was then time for my next class, which is full of grade ones. I walked into their classroom, sat down quietly next to one of the girls while the Chinese teacher finished her lesson and wiped the tears from my eyes. I looked up to see that the whole grade one class was looking at me wondering why I was crying. This again caused me to lose it yet again. But this time, the students, who had no idea what I was laughing about, just joined in. They didn’t care. Soon the whole class was in hysterics laughing about absolutely nothing. This carried on for quite some time and the Chinese teacher walked out shaking her head as she was the only one hearing herself talk anymore. And there we sat giggling happily for no reason. It was then that it dawned on me, “Ahhhh. This is where I belong. Now these are my kinda people.”

Screw maturity and bring on my baby! Oh the fun we will have.