It was my birthday recently. My students had heard this through the grapevine (with Facebook and the ubiquity of cell phones, the grapevine is super responsive). Because my birthday fell before a day off (Veterans Day), students were naturally curious about how I was going to celebrate. Apparently, clubbing is a logical option.
Here’s a conversation about clubs with SS, one of my more curious students:
SS: Happy birthday, Mr. K! Where you going to be tonight? Fur? [a DC nightclub popular with students]
Mr. K: No, not Fur.
SS: Then where?
Mr. K: A club…
SS: (exclaiming) Oh yeah! That’s right.
Mr. K: …a book club!
SS: (upset look on his face) Man!
Mr. K: (coolly nods head) Yep.
SS: (a lightbulb goes off!) But, Mr. K–they’re going to have a narrator at the book club…
Mr. K: (perplexed) Oh yeah?
SS: …like a special woman narrator. (wiggles eyebrow)
Mr. K: (pause to process words) You got me.
SS: Ha! Ha!
SS turned the table on me with my own running joke. Clever.