14th
Crescent moon
Yesterday, at the end of a three-hour class that involved a whole lot of writing on the board, I realized my skirt seam had split, exposing my side cheek to all.
What’s protocol here? Do I issue an apology, cancel class and hide in shame, or stage a repeat on teacher evaluation day?
Reminds me of the time I did half a class with my fly open. That’s not what I meant. And when I realized my shame in a breaktime bathroom trip, I had a debate similar to the one you’re having now. But with a student named Bob at the next urinal. Honestly, in my case there was no choice. Upon returning to the classroom, I chastised the room roundly for lacking the social skills required to figure out how to gracefully alert me to my situation. They were college kids though; they knew I was projecting. I hope.
