Last week at lunch there were several of us sitting around, talking, and enjoying our various midday meals that ranged from dinner-the-night-before leftovers, peanut butter sandwiches, salads bought at the school cafeteria, and Sonic chili dogs. We had quite the feastly spread, and even though we do our best to enjoy the twenty-something minutes we get in between classes we still end up eating in haste, which probably does nothing to help our digestion; there just never seems to be quite enough time. Anyhow, one of the girls asked another teacher a question and called her by her teacher name, "Mrs. Person", then walked out to get a fork or something. While she was gone, Mrs. Person, made the comment that she really doesn't like it when her colleagues, especially the younger ones, call her "Mrs. Person". I asked why, and she explained that she understood it was out of respect that she/they called her Mrs. Person; she also knows the girl is setting an examp...
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