Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Nothing, If Not Honest

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"

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  1. Gotta love those backhanded compliments, especially coming from a high-schooler.

  2. Wow! 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.

  3. LOL. You've hit the high--your students think you were stylin'.

  4. Well now you can sleep peacefully at night knowing your style has improved slightly this year. Keep up the good work! ;)