Careful with what you say

It was my first day as a new teacher after completing my training. As it is the custom, I wanted to get acquainted with my students before embarking on our journey of teaching and learning. In my school time, I used to hate my Dzongkha teachers so much because all the Dzongkha teachers I got in my life were very strict. It could be owing to the strict teachers who use to make us pee in our pants with their mere eyes cast on us that I could never learn Dzongkha in my entire school life. So based on this theory embedded deep in my soul I made up my mind that if I ever become a teacher, I would never be strict to my students. So then I had become a teacher and now it was my duty to get started with the first ethics that I believed in as a little girl who would be scared out of her wits whenever asked to read her Dzongkha text.
Since it was my first day, I wasn't given any classes, rather I was sent on substitution to class IV B. I was received well by the class four students. After asking their names, ages and hobbies ( I couldn't remember any names if any of the kid would challenge my memory, Thank God they didn't think of that), we were still left with a good twenty minutes before the bell rang for the next period. So, I grabbed that opportunity to practice what I had always believed in. I cleared my throat and introduced myself, beginning with my name followed by the names of my alma mater. Then to while away the time, I started giving lecture on teachers and the role they play in shaping the lives of the students. "So, you all need not be scared of me," I beamed with pride for I was making them feel the difference between the teachers of our days and the new generation of teachers that I exemplified. I continued my speech with the same vigor I had begun with, "If you want I can be your friend, sister, even your mother�" Before I could end my glorious speech, Ugyen, a cute boy wearing specks and sitting right in the front bench interrupted me with his finger pointing towards the ceiling, "Miss? Miss? You mean you want to be our stepmother?"
Since that day I've slightly altered my speech, I forego the mother part, lest some wise student get the same wild idea that I'm thinking of becoming their stepmother.

(Based on a true incident narrated to me by one of my friend who is a teacher).