Let Sleeping With Teachers Lie

(I am a student teacher, volunteering at a local primary school while on break from uni. On the playground at the end of the day, while all the parents are collecting the children, one seven-year-old girl starts a conversation with me.)

Girl: “[My name], do you live in your university?”

Me: “Not at the moment; it’s quite far away from here.”

Girl: “So do you travel there from here every day when you have to be there?”

Me: “No, I’m on my summer holiday from there at the moment. When I need to be there I live in a house near the university.”

Girl: “Do your mummy and daddy live with you there?”

Me: “No, they stay here. I will be living with some other people who are also teachers.”

Girl: “Ah right! So the university makes you do that so you can practise sleeping with other teachers?”

(This seven-year-old girl seems to understand universities a lot better than she realizes.)