I am gene and got to my mind with my gene colleague

As part of Gen X, my work lovers were usually relatively close for most of my life in old age. After over 23 years of the public school, however, I experienced a newly discovered joy in working with younger colleagues. I appreciate your energy and enthusiasm, not to mention your technological skills.

But only two years ago when I met Mrs. Barry did I get real friends with one of them and finally got the younger sister figure that I always wanted.

Our work relationship became a friendship

I am the Englishwoman as a second language teacher and she was the English -language art teacher at our school, and when we worked closer together, I was surprised how easy she was to work. She was one of the few teachers who not only ask for my suggestions, but also used them. Perhaps most important of all, we often laughed together.

When I had to start a Saturday program for a month to help our recent arrivals from the immigrants, I had to find another teacher who was ready to work with me that weekend. Most people had previous obligations or children to take care of the weekend – or just didn’t want to give up their time – but not them.

She was happy to get up and help early on Saturday morning. She was always happy and ready to help, even offered to bring objects with them and to write an SMS in advance. In my experience, this type of cooperation was difficult to get. We have spent the next few weeks to bring our students to how to cook, paint and speak English, and help them to see that people can work together with all backgrounds. We also have a lot of bulbous.

As an English teacher, we both loved writing and literature, but we also loved traveling. She was always looking forward to my time abroad, my house in the hinterland and my latest data. It was never valuable, like some of my friends, but always on my side, something I really needed.

She pulled away, but we stayed friends

She trusted me to move to Montana and we continued to work together for the rest of the year. I was excited for her; The move was something I did at her age, but I also felt a foam of the loss. I had just lost my mother. It was in the same year when I lost my other work, the latter was a grandmother who retired.

The following year I was surprised at how much I missed a younger colleague as a friend and often wrote her an SMS. When I had a funny story to tell or a new swarm, I missed her zealous ear nearby. While I was happy to hear from her travels and I understand that the need for her generation to jump job hop still felt her absence.

I have always wondered how these relationships worked with great age gaps, and now I realize that in some cases we need people who are different in our lives at certain times. We need this balance.

Every time I hear from her, I smile. She recently wrote an SMS to tell me that she thought I was similar to the actor Lily James, and now I love her even more. Our friendship prompted me to look for more friends who are younger than me. I realized that I was happy to hear her perspectives and advice.

It was not just about having someone with whom I am young and silly because I am with children all day. It was more about having someone with whom I would be together for my life experiences and appreciate myself.