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I’ve been subbing recently at one specific school. This school, save for the gym teacher, has no full time male teachers. You might say when I walk in the office or hang out with the other teachers on the playground, I feel a bit outnumbered. Sometimes the teachers forget I’m within earshot and let slip something that was meant for female ears only. Other times, they’ll be talking about a topic I can’t participate in (today’s being gynecologist visits) before I jump in for the easy laugh and joke about my experience with said non-unisex topic. It’s all good though, since most of the teachers and office workers there are great and I have a blast with all the kids.

Last week I was working in the office after hours when a phone call came in for one of the other teachers. I put the caller on hold before switching over to the school-wide loudspeaker and paging her to let her know about the call. Seconds later, I saw the line go through and I knew she’d heard me and picked up, so I instantly forgot all about it. A few minutes later though, a teacher came into the office laughing hysterically. It turns out there was a teacher who had been sick recently and not known I was working in the building now. Upon hearing me page the other teacher over the speakers, she stuck her head out of her classroom, looked around, and asked, “Was that God?”