Thursday, June 10, 2010

Village life

I've never lived in a village before, and as some of you may have noticed, there are aspects of it that I find strange.

This is one of them.

One of my students is also my co-worker and was my daughter's tutor as well.

One of my co-teachers, who is also becoming a friend, is also the current architect's business partner.

My current Catalan teacher, whose mother was my daughter's teacher, and who came with us to Canada a couple of years ago and who was also a student of mine is also very good friends with the fired and much disliked first architects daughter.

Lost yet?

This goes on and on and on and on and on.

The tricky part, I find, is figuring how to behave around folks.  We keep bending roles.  My current student, who is also a coworker and my daughter's tutor for example.  I have been teacher, student's parent, and co-worker all at different times, only now we are changing roles on a near moment to moment basis.


I am me, and I don't morph into other people, but living in a big city, your relationships with people are -aah - less dimensioned, or at least they change at a slightly slower pace.

Learning curve on this one too.


Hula Girl at Heart said...

It's funny what you get used to. I grew up in a small town where everybody knows everybody. It doesn't bother me really.

kate said...

Hmm, that would be somewhat disconcerting, I imagine. I suppose you get used to it eventually...

And I love the new (not sure how new it is, since I've mostly been reading via feed reader lately) look on your blog!

oreneta said...

Hula, not sure it bugs me, but it has it's odd moments.
Kate, very new indeed, not sure which version you saw as I ended up playing around quite a bit. May get some fun out if this for a while!