My students very rarely refrain from telling me what they think. My Monday/Thursday high-schoolers are no exception.
I walked into the classroom and greeted that as I usually do. Kip looked at me and exclaimed, "What happened to your clothes?"
Quickly, I looked down and scanned my clothes for signs of stains or tears. Earlier in the day, I'd had a narrow miss with a student splattering red sauce near me and I thought, perhaps, some had spilled on me and I'd overlooked it. I saw nothing.
"What's wrong with them?" I asked him.
"They've changed."
"No", I insisted, "I've worn this all day".
"No", he said, exasperated at my ignorance. He pointed to my sundress and heels.
"Your style. It was bad. It got better"
*Inspired by a Mama Kat prompt
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Gotta love those backhanded compliments, especially coming from a high-schooler.
ReplyDeleteThey are full of them!
DeleteWow! I don't think my self-esteem could handle high school kids. It couldn't handle it when I WAS a high school kid, either! haha.
ReplyDeleteMy self-esteem was terrible in high school!!!
DeleteI love it!
ReplyDeleteLOL. You've hit the high--your students think you were stylin'.
ReplyDeleteI hope that doesn't mean it's all down hill from here :)
DeleteWell now you can sleep peacefully at night knowing your style has improved slightly this year. Keep up the good work! ;)
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