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!!!!!
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"I was actually a little in awe of how NOT embarrassed I was". - This is probably the best line in the history of blogging.
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You always have such great stories. What a great one. I love the grandma underware comment. Good way to handle it!
You are one of the best writers I know.
so, basically we have the same job. we should chat about that. one time I was sitting in my rolling chair and apparently leaned too far and the chair, with me underneath it, came crashing down in the middle of class. they may never let you live it down, but also they love you for entertaining them. it's a trade-off.
oh erin i love thay story:) thats so great that you are teaching. i bet those kids love you:)
sometimes i wonder what people think about us young girls wearing the g's too. but you're right...why waste the sexy stuff on them:) haha!
you = hero
I wore an elastic skirt one day and when I bent down, bum facing the class, and stood back up my the edge of my skirt was under my foot and I was mooning my class. My kids come back to say hi and kindly remind me of that incident! Love you Erin.
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