It was a Monday morning and I got to school early, as usual. My first class didn’t start for about 15 minutes but I decided to get there early and wait for my teacher. When I walked in, my friend was sitting patiently on his laptop, awaiting the arrival of the rest of the class. I happily walked over and sat next to him and we talked about our weekends, informing each other of the crazy things we had done.
About 5 minutes before class began, the male teacher from next door walked into our room.
“Do you know if you need all of these tables? There was an event at school this weekend and I think they took a few of mine.”
“I think we have a few too many,” I said as I counted the tables in the room and stood up to help move the desks.
I began to push a table towards the door when the teacher put his hands on it and stopped me. He looked straight into my eyes and said, “No, this is a man’s job.” He gestured over to my guy friend, who looked at me and uncomfortably stood up to help move the desks into the other room.
I stood, shocked and unmoving. Recognising my discomfort created by his comment, the teacher defended himself by saying “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for equality and such, but these sorts of jobs should just be done by men.”