Pantless

My pants actually started coming off in front of my morning American History class on my 9th day of officially being a real life teacher. Needless to say, I've retired the pants. My husband told me after I shared the incident with him that he " always hated those pants" and that they were "way too baggy."

Thanks, James. Information that would have been helpful that very morning while getting dressed.

So I'm in class. By the way, my new job is teaching at a really awesome charter high school. It's a school full of former gang members, kids from crazy sad backgrounds, high poverty, all sorts of crazy business...and these kids are awesome. I love it. Challenging, but I leave everyday feeling like I make a real difference.

Anyways, it was jersey day for spirit week so I wore my Liverpool F.C. jersey, some old baggy trouser pants I've had for years (and loved) and red chuck taylors. These pants had previously given me trouble cause the zipper was starting to not stay up at all and I would constantly find my zipper wide open. A normal person would have retired those pants once this problem started, but clearly "normal" is not in my resume.

Well, I'm in class and all of the sudden my kids start dying. I mean, rolling on the floor laughing.

"Tell her man."

"You tell her."

SOmething no one wanted to tell me. Hmmm....the baggy pants...crap. I look down and not only is the zipper down, but the button is not fastened and me pants are actually falling down. One wrong move, they would have slipped right around my ankles.

I turned around amidst an uproar and zipped up and buttoned the pants realizing that (a) my entire class saw my g's and (b) that I really wasn't embarrassed at all. I was actually a little in awe of how NOT embarrassed I was.

I quickly just drove them on to the lesson and the next thing on the docket.

One student asked why I wore grandma underpants. I told him that I wasn't going to waste my sexy stuff on them.

I love my school!!!!!