There is the "teachers pet" of the class, then there's the "class clown" and then the "rebels", and lastly, the one no one wants the title of, the "teachers kid". It did not matter that none of my friends were in my mothers class, and wouldn't be for another 3 years, I was always the teachers kid.
Luckily for me there were two other children of teachers to share the title with. Growing up, I could never disrespect an adult, like anyone, or fail a test without my mother finding out. With my mother being a teacher in a k-12 building, literally all of the teachers I had until high school were my "second mothers", technically it was second through fourteenth mothers but that's beside the point.
I grew up knowing that I would never get away with anything so might as well not even try, and the few times I did, were highly regretted when I saw my mother later that day. Because of this, I grew up learning, in my opinion, way more than others in my graduating year.
The one thing that I learned very early was "close your ears" actually means "close your mouth." Even with hands cuffed over my ears, trying my hardest not to hear what was being said, I always knew exactly who, or what, they were talking about. As I got older the phrase became "don't tell anyone" or "this doesn't get repeated", if those were said you knew you were being trusted with classified information... or just classified drama that could make or break a person.
As much as I hate to say this, teachers kids do in fact, receive special treatment. It's hard not to when you've been to houses and had dinner together. While we do get special treatment, we are definitely held to a higher standard. Those two things kind of go hand in hand. Also, while some teachers give special treatment, others pretend we are not even there, which I believe to be a fair enough trade off.
I heard quite a few times that I would never be able to get in trouble because of my mother, which in reality, it was the complete opposite. Not only would I get in trouble by the teacher, the teacher would then tell my mother and I would get in trouble yet again. I cannot count on one hand the number of people in the school system that have verbal permission to "smack me if I'm being bad." Of course they never did, but the permission was still there.
Of course there was the problem of calling my teacher "mom" when I was finally old enough to have her as a teacher. While other kids were taken back by it, I saw no problem. Then I realized I was not allowed to call her mom.. 
Being a teachers kid made me a better person. I was taught that actions have a lot of consequences, something not everyone knew. I was taught to be responsible and a trustworthy person. I figured out quickly the realities of the real world, or at least as much as I could at each age. I was never allowed to be "big headed" or a bully because no teacher was afraid to call me out on things.
The concept of respect was pounded into my head from an early age, which I believe a lot of people missed that pounding. I also know that no matter what I do, I have a village of mothers to support and cheer me on. A group that has spent the past 14-ish years shaping me into the person I am today. For that I am forever thankful. I would not trade being called a "teachers kid" for the world, and I am especially thankful that I never had to ride the bus to or from school!
