During my prep today, I took my usual walk down to the office to check my box for anything of significance. Inside my box was the January 28th edition of Duck’s Illustrated Magazine, held open to an article about the Women’s basketball team losing four games in a row .
As of tomorrow, five years ago, I stumbled into, accidentally found and blindly wandered into where I belong. Absurd as it may be to find delight in marking a half a decade at a job, there are some sappy feelings and a whole lot of gratitude to be spread around for where I am now, which is exactly where I was five years ago.
Here’s this year’s school picture… as you may or may not have notice, I am wearing an awful sweater. It’s not just any awful sweater, it is an extra-large woman’s knitted sweater with a split collar. This isn’t to say I regularly wear the opposite sex’s clothing–this was a gag that Ricky and I came up with for staff pictures. Our idea was that we would find an awful sweater from a second-hand shop and then try to convince as many people as possible to wear the sweater. With a little bit of prodding, the first person hopped into this monstrosity and had her picture taken, then Ricky and I followed suit, which must have set the tone because nearly everyone on staff adorned this purple, green and black piece of art.
Faux Pas: As a teacher, coming to school dressed strangely similar to a student