I am a science teacher. However, prior to moving to Houston, my identity consisted more of being the following:
1. a college student
2. a Political Science major/Econ minor
3. a fun person
I could add to this list, but that’s beyond the point. The point is… I am viewed by my students and fellow staff at my school as a SCIENCE TEACHER. Aka, someone who knows what to do when a bird is injured, can identify poisonous snakes and knows (undoubtedly) how the universe was formed.
Today, my current identity proved itself once again as a lovely 4th grader of mine barged into my room during planning and said, “my teacher told me to bring this to you.” What is “this,” you may ask?
Nothing other than a dead gecko. A dead freakin’ gecko. What exactly am I supposed to do with this?! Giving myself credit for not freaking out (this is major), I calmly asked where he found it, what he thought we should do with it, etc. Then I took it from him. I took a dead gecko from a young boy’s hands. If you know me at all, this is very uncharacteristic of me in the sense that I pretty much only care for fish as animals. The occasional well-behaved dog.
Maybe I really am a science teacher.