Last weekend I dashed the visions of one of my own students in an awkward moment that went way beyond the innocuous meeting in the cereal aisle. I was running. But I wasn’t just running. I was sweaty and smelly and red faced and makeup-less and out of breath and in desperate need of a shower.
I probaby could have (and should have) avoided the whole thing because when I stopped running and approached my former kindergarten student and his entire family, I realized just a second too late that I was so unrecognizable in my current state of yuck that they had no idea who I was. The surprised mother thankfully made the connection once I started talking, but that little 6-year-old boy just stood there and stared at me like I was Darth Vader singing a Lady Gaga song. There are just some people that are super cool on their own, but put them together and the result isn’t so pretty.
And then I caught of glimpse of my reflection in a car window. Nope, couldn’t have been much worse than this.