just like my mother

it occurred to me as i was proudly dragging my butt up to the fourth floor of school for the 6th time in one day (instead of taking the elevator) that this silly pride in taking the stairs came from somewhere. and then i remembered my mother mentioning that she made a point of taking the stairs at her school where she also taught spanish- it was her main source of exercise in her almost senior status.

the same is true for me - except that i am not a senior.
but i am, like my mother, a spanish teacher...

it's funny how women talk about not wanting to grow up to be like their mother, and inevitably end up doing exactly that.

there are many ways in which we are different - but i think there are times that i am not only like her, but am somehow channeling her; especially in the classroom when i raise my voice to a student in a way that says both "i love you" and "shut the %*#@ up" simultaneously.