9 December 2025
I was in the hall with my coteacher when the Dean of Culture stopped by. He's not much of a chatter, I assumed he wanted something. But no, he was honestly just trying to distract himself. He referred to me as "young lady"--he is five years younger than me at least. In a very proud and not rude way, I laughed and said "Dude I think I'm the oldest teacher in the builing." Politely-the same kind of "I was raised to be polite" way he called me "young lady"---he said nothing. My coteacher , however, who is half my age, had no issue asking. When I gave him the number, he said "Damn, really? Amazing, you're awesome I figured mid fifties."
The dean stayed silent, either because he is polite or shocked that I'm older.
Either way, it was nice to have someone NOT know I'm an old crone.
I'll take it.
I'm 60. I can't retire because I need the insurance and I don't want to continue because I'm old and tired. And my insurance is being changed and will be insufficient. So. I'll take that I look five years younger than I am.
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