classroom notes #19: me, a teacher?

Some days when I stand in front of my students doing my song and dance, there's a moment of detachment as if I'm watching myself from afar and a voice echoes incredulously in my head, "What? I'm a teacher?" I wait thinking this is all a daydream and I'm still back in my desk in a concrete school room listening to the teacher drone on and on about university and career choices. Maybe one day I'll wake up and find that I'm really an astronaut.