"What does he look like?" I asked a friend and former colleague about the teacher I was subbing for. He was a new hire this year, and I hadn't met him yet. Still, the way the kids talked about him in the first two classes made me curious.
"Oh!" I heard more than once. "Mr. C. does NOT play!" and I sort of believed it based on his notes to me. If anyone even looks at you the wrong way, he wrote, leave the name. I will be the bad guy!
"He looks like Benson Boone," my friend laughed. "Young and kind of goofy."
"Who are you in for today?" a young teacher asked me at lunch, and when I told her, she nodded. "I went to grad school with him."
"Someone told me he looks like Benson Boone," I said.
She looked at me skeptically. "Do you know what Benson Boone looks like?"
"Of course!" I answered, a little indignantly, although it was a fair question.
She pulled out her phone and showed me a picture of her friend. He had a mop of curly hair and a wispy beard and mustache.
"I guess there's a little Benny Boone vibe there," I shrugged. "Does he do backflips?"
"No," she replied, and I think she was satisfied that I knew what I was talking about. "But he does do handstands!"
It sounds like he plays a bit to me, I thought, but I kept it to myself.
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