Never reveal my age—53 and laughing all the way!!!
Early in my career I would absolutely never ever reveal my age—I started teaching when I was 26 and the “years” 26, 27, and 28, I was absolutely paranoid about students finding out how old I was. I really didn’t care about my age as much as I didn’t want students to think that I was so young that they could ignore me if I needed to put down the law. They all guessed that I was not possibly older than 23.
Summer of 2000 I got married. The following semester, students—numerous of them—all guessed I was 29. They were correct, but I was still vague and cryptic. Strangely, the act of getting married aged me 6 years.
I still never revealed my age till last year. Students were trying again to guess my age and their guess was late 30’s to early 40’s. I was pretty pleased that they were so far off so slightly freaked them out when I told them I was 52 (as of last year).
By now, I like being the old man in the department, but honestly, I don’t care about whatever my calendar age is. I have never been happier, even with my kidney stones and other occasional maladies. I am older than many of their parents, and in fact I have had many students parents as students. Next year I will get my principal’s daughter as a student, and her father was likewise one of my former students!! This is a great time to be alive!!
Never let them know your age—I suppose, if that works for you. I certainly played that game, but now that my age is common knowledge, I have fun with it. When I am asked what my birthday is (July 4, 1971), my default response is “the best birthday there is in 1971!!”