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.
"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