My seniors finally figured out that I have tattoos (they’re not that well hidden)… it’s nice to know my faith in their observation skills are not misplaced. I really hope I never choke or have a seizure in their presence. I’ll probably just get yelled at for not hearing their demand for bathroom passes.
When one young lady found out that I planned to add to the ink until it becomes a sleeve, she gave me a solemn warning:
Student: You know it’s permanent, right?
Student: You know you’ll have it when you’re old, right?
Me: Mmm hmm.
Student: I mean, when you’re really old [she gestured to her arm and mimicked saggy skin] it will still be there.
Me: I know. I’ve thought this through, kiddo.
Student (relieved): I plan to get one as soon as I graduate (and then she described this elaborate design idea for her shoulder and back)