One of my students arrived to school on Friday with a business card in his hand.
“I booked you a speaking gig,” he told me and handed me the business card with the name of a manager of a Barnes & Noble bookstore where I have never spoken before.
“What?” I asked. “Are you making this up?”
“No,” he explained. “My mom was buying your book again, and I told the person at the counter that you were my teacher. They’re celebrating their 20th year in business and wanted an author to speak, so they said they would love to have you. So I said yes for you. Here’s the information.”
In addition to the printed text, the manager of the store wrote his name, the date of the appearance and some other necessary information.
The kid booked me a gig.
I always tell me students that when they become independently wealthy, I would not be averse to them becoming my patrons. This isn’t quite patronage, but it ain’t bad for an eleven year old.
It makes me think that I’m not taking enough advantage of my army of small soldiers.
