Yesterday, after accidentally teaching 8 uninterrupted hours of calculus (I had a 2-hour break between discussions, but I told them I would keep teaching if they stayed and SO MANY PEOPLE STAYED!), I had the sudden realization that I got paid to do the talk-about-math thing….
WHAT?!? IS THIS REAL LIFE?
Like, that whole day I just did? Yeah, they paid me for all of it. And that stunned me, because I feel like I’m conning the school… Do they not realize I would absolutely do everything I’m doing right now for free? They have to realize that. Heck, if I had the money, I would pay people to look interested while I rattle on about math nonstop, solve problems and talk about how cool the ideas are… Do they understand what a rare treat that is? And it’s even better because my students chose to hang around and learn math for several hours longer than they even had to do.
Let me say this again. It is my job to talk about mathematics all day to people who care about the mathematics I’m discussing. That’s more exciting to me than going to Disneyland. I get paid to go to Disneyland every day.
This can’t be real life.
And you know something else? My students thanked me for staying late yesterday, as if I was doing them a favor. Hahahahahahaaa like I would choose literally any other activity over talking about math. Hahaha never.
Anyway, it’s Friday which means I don’t teach tomorrow and I’m so sad about that. One of my supervisors asked if I had anything fun planned for the weekend and I had to stop myself from saying “No, I’m just going to sit around and wait for Monday :(”