You know you’re really a teacher when you have to chaperone the middle school dance. Let’s talk about awkwardness so thick you could cut it with a knife. Kids who are normally loud and obnoxious suddenly hiding in a tight knot of friends. Carefully done hair and carefully chosen outfits, at 4:30 in the afternoon because the kids can’t walk home after dark. The perimeter of the room perfectly lined with students who can’t even be bribed onto the dance floor with the promise of food. These kids won’t stand still or stop dancing in the hallways… and now they want to behave.
So of course, the Cupid Shuffle comes on, and our middle-aged social studies teacher barges right to the center of the dance floor and starts rocking out. I have no shame, so I follow her. It’s just the two of us, going through dance moves that we clearly learned a little bit differently, for a solid three minutes. The kids are too terrified to even stop us or try to show us up. This is my life.