10/10/06 - 11:15 a.m.
I remember being in high school and having lots of quiet hushed conversations with friends during class and writing notes and doing my fair share of being a teen, and I remember feeling like I was getting away with it, but one thing I've learned since I started subbing is that THE TEACHER HEARS AND SEES EVERYTHING. It's true.
I overheard the following conversation yesterday, and it broke my heart a little.
I'm not exactly sure how the conversation got around to adoption, but it did, and then I overheard this snippet of talk:
TEEN #1: I was adopted.
TEEN #2: Really?
TEEN #1: Yeah.
TEEN #2: When?
TEEN #1: When I was eight.
TEEN #2: So did you ever meet your real parents?
TEEN #1: Of course. I lived with them until I was seven.
TEEN #2: Were they nice?
TEEN #1: No.
TEEN #2: Why not?
TEEN #1: Because they left scars on my back, that's why.
And that was it. The second teen shut up, not really sure how to respond, but finally getting the message that the first teen didn't want the second teen to press the issue any further. The first teen didn't seem upset really, she was very matter-of-fact. But I was innerved--just the fact that I had overheard this small private moment, it felt invasive. Like I'd accidentally read someone's diary or something. I really felt for this teenaged kid, and I'm glad she got out of that situation and found a loving family, a home. (Which I know she did, based on the rest of her conversation.)