I teach high school history; I seldom interact with students in lower grades.
Last night, however, was orientation; orientation means families.
One particular little girl caught my attention, namely because she eyed the cookies I’d set out with the welcome materials.
A few minutes later she was back:
Hi! I’m _____.
Hello, _____. I’m Mr. Eldred.
I like your bow tie.
Thank you! I love wearing bow ties.
You know why I like your bow tie?
No, why?
‘Cause you look like Matt Smith with a beard!
[with a huge smile] I love Doctor Who!
[she screams with delight] I LOVE YOU!!
He’s like fire and ice and rage.
He’s like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun.
He’s ancient and forever.
He burns at the centre of time and can see the turn of the universe.
And . . . he’s wonderful.
Well, perhaps not.
But, for one brief moment in time, I was
The Doctor
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Because bow ties are cool!
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I wore bow ties before they were cool; Doctor Who convinced my wife they were OK to wear and wouldn’t make me look decades older.
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Wonderful what children can do to spice up life! I love this.
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P.S. I recognized your bow tie. It was the one I liked best in the earlier post you wrote about bow ties. 🙂
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