There is an interesting shift in student mindset between a classic public school and the arts charter school I teach in. Our population talks about fandoms instead of sports teams, and I’ve overheard more conversations about shipping than I thought I would in a week alone.
On that note, students have been submitting their superlatives for the year. Interestingly enough, they also get to choose a short list of teacher superlatives. I watched a girl fill hers out just to see what the categories were, and the most unorthodox one was “Favorite Teacher Relationship”, aka “Teacher Shipping Central”. The students usually vote for the social studies teacher and the math teacher as the power couple of this category (even though they are both straight males, and one is married) thanks to their infamous “this is too much PDA” exemplars.
The student who filled out the form and I talked for a little bit while she finished her form. She mentioned at one point, “I’d ship you and Mr.T.” I told her I’d talked to the guy about five times (I’ve probably had five legitimate conversations with him, more accurately) and didn’t understand her basis for authorizing this ship. She shrugged and said, “It works.”
At the end of the day when students were being dismissed, I watched the kids as they left the building and who but Mr. T comes over. We exchange our daily hello, mentions something about how we’ll both be chaperoning the dance tonight, and he goes off to take care of some business elsewhere. The student I’d been talking to previously was standing nearby and subtly goes, “I’d ship that!” I look at her and say, “I have no idea what you’re talking about because I have sleep madness but whatever it is…” and then it occurred to me. “I DO know what you’re talking about and you’re terrible. Go home.” She laughed and headed home.
I much prefer being shipped with other teachers to being grilled about my love life (which has yet to happen thank god) but what a weird concept. Now I know how every character from anything ever feels.