Unsettling second generation

It’s getting stranger by the day. I taught the uncle of one of my current fifth grade students back when he was in fifth grade. I also taught the mother of one of my colleague’s fifth grade students back when she was in third grade. And now one of my former students is a colleague in my school. After spending a year in my fifth grade classroom years ago, she now works alongside me. This is what nearly a quarter century in the same place will get you.