Rising From The Ashes
(It’s Ash Wednesday, and I have an ash mark on my forehead from having gone to mass earlier in the day; it’s a once-a-year deal some Christians do at the beginning of Lent, a period of preparation before Easter. My next college class is about to start, and some students are laughing about a joke one told. The teacher calls the class to order, and the students are still snickering. We students have been in the same series of classes for three years, but the teacher is new and he doesn’t realize someone told a joke before he entered. He keeps shooting them stern looks while starting his lesson.)
Teacher: *sternly to the laughing students* “That is enough. I can’t believe you’re laughing about this; I expect you to be more adult.” *normal tone, to me* “[My Name], you have something on your forehead, and instead of quietly pointing it out to you, your classmates are mocking you.”
Me: “They’re laughing at a joke. It’s Ash Wednesday.”
Teacher: “You mean, you know it’s there?”
Me: “Yes, it’s on purpose. Thanks for looking out for me, though.”
Teacher: *turning red* “Everyone, never mind. Today’s lesson…”