“Hey, Ana-sensei did you know that OO-sensei wanted to be a bus guide when she was young?”
The other students peered over their shoulders at OO-sensei who was blithely unaware of the little curious eyes. Little Shouhei beamed over the trivia that caused much side-way glances from each of the students. We all looked at each other while we ate our lunch, nodding at our shared general knowledge for possible future teacher heckling. It was like Fight Club. First rule of Kid Club is You do not talk about Kid Club. Poor OO-sensei.
The girl next to me nudged me with her shoulder, not wanting to let go of her chopsticks as she managed to simultaneously nudge me while inhaling her portion of jya- jya-men. “What did you want to be when you were like us, Ana-sensei? You’re very pretty. I bet you wanted to be a model.”
I hugged the child. “You are my favorite now.”
So Ana is highly susceptable to blatant flattery? I’ll take note of that if I ever want to weasel something out of you.