Then you go through your day.
And by the time you're climbing into bed that night, you have discovered a truth. You are not cool.
I've recently started my internship in the counseling office at the Morgan School District. I'm trying to decide whether I love it or hate it. But either way, I'm learning. Learning how I'm not cool.
Today we had a "New Student Orientation". The counselor I'm shadowing was going around introducing everyone to the new students. Principal, vice principal, counselors. And then came my turn to be introduced as I WAS standing in the line-up of people to be introduced.
The introducer-er pointed directly at me.
I pulled one of these:
It's just my little way of saying, "Hey hey. Where's the coolest counselor? Right here. That's me."
And just as I struck this pose, some chubby old dude walked in front of me.
"Oh boy, you guys! This is a super important person to know right here. He's the school janitor!!! And if you need help getting into your lockers, he's the one to know," says school counselor. (I'm not a man. I'm not a janitor.) The janitor who just happened to be wandering through the "New Student Orientation" stole my moment. My light. My shine.
Pose quickly turns to this:
It's just my little way of saying, "Yea! Look at that guy over there! Coolest janitor right there."
I never actually got introduced.
Please let me make it through this internship. And please let go to bed some night still thinking I am cool.