We all love a compliment. Today one of my students asked if I’ve ever been to Brazil, I told him I had in the very early 90’s.
“In the early ’90’s!?” he exclaimed “You’re not that old are you?”
“I’m nearly 47” I informed him.
“What? I thought you were in your late twenties” he gasped.
“Are you trying to get distinctions the easy way?” I joked with him.
“No, I meant it, my mum is 42 and she looks A LOT older than you” he informed me.
“If you want feeding tonight and a roof over your head for the next couple of years I suggest you don’t go home and tell her that” I advised.
I know young people are terrible judges of age BUT what a boost. I’m taking it, I’m not making any excuses for him. This one is mine and I’m owning it without a shred of modesty 😀
Furthermore the word reverberated around the room to gasps of “What? No way!” which further warmed my heart and pushed my confidence meter up a good ten notches.
I’ve had an extra spring in my step today and those six flights of stairs I walk up and down in my lunch break? They were a breeze today, I positively ran down them with the agility of a rush hour office worker on the London underground escalators.