Context: This story is about my sister who is very much into the goth scene. My sister is also a teacher, and for professional reasons, she tones down the goth for school, but still wears a lot of black and gothic jewelry to work. Now onto the story!
Last school year, my sister had a student-teacher named June. June was a lovely girl in the classroom, great with the kids, and my sister could tell she would a great teacher one day. She got along with my sister well enough, but she thought my sister was weird, well for being goth. But being in her thirties my sister doesn’t really care. Well, one weekend my sister went to the mall with a couple of friends, looking like she came out of a Charlotte Bronte novel (ie. really pale skin and dark makeup), went into a candy shop, and lo and behold there’s June! My sister went away from her group of friends and to strike up a conversation with June, and here is the interaction,
Sis: Hey June! How’s your weekend go… she was interrupted by June.
June; Yeah, can you get me like three pounds of jelly beans and some item I can’t remember
Sister.ex stopped working. She looks at the candy store employees who were wearing blue bright shirts and aprons with the store name on them. My sister looks like Morticia Addams. Maybe weekend brain?
Sis: June, it’s me. Ms. F. Your mentor.
June: Yeah so?
Sis: You work in my classroom. At Catholic School.
June: And your point is?
Sis: It’s me Ms. Franklin (not real name obviously)
June: Again so what? I need jelly beans and some items I can’t remember.
Sis: Look I just came to say hello, but obviously not. You are being really rude right now.
June: How dare you! I go to Fancy College and Student-Teacher at Catholic School! I’m getting the manager!
Sis: Oh, sure go ahead. I am also going to tell the headmaster about this incident, and your professor. God forbid you to run into any parents or kids outside of school.
Sister walked away. She didn’t email the headmaster or her professor but did email June telling her to meet her early on Monday morning. Monday morning comes around and my sister looks less like Morticia and more like Abby from NCIS. My sister is one of those who they are mad, she gets stone-faced, does not show any emotion. June comes into the classroom all chipper and smiles, and my sister gets up to greet her.
Sis: June, we have a lot to discuss. First, did you not truly know it was me on Saturday at the candy shop?
June’s face went white. But she didn’t say anything.
Sis: Can you explain your behavior that day or is that how are you are outside of the classroom?
June: I didn’t recognize you at first, but when I did…
Sis: So, you double down on your mistake, and make a complete ass of yourself. You’re lucky that I didn’t tell the headmaster or your professor about this. Let this be a lesson. You never stop being a teacher outside of school. You may be the only adult your student may trust. If you act the way you did this past weekend, and that student sees you act like that you have just broken that trust. Never do that again.
June sobered up real quick after that. They finished up the school year, my sister never saw June again but she hopes that encounter that weekend taught her something.