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Today one of the teachers I work with at the preschool bent over to pick up something off the floor and it was all I-see-London. Sometimes I wear skirts to work because you get tired of wearing shorts all the time and it's still too hot to wear jeans but my shortest skirts hit just above the knee and are rather full skirts because you can't sit cross-legged on the floor when you're wearing a mini. This teacher who flashed me her goods today is a full decade older than me... I don't know if I should applaud her for feeling comfortable enough to don a skirt made from half a yard of fabric or denounce her for public indecency. I mean, there's no shortage of public indecency in my classroom. I work with young three year olds! Today Norbert swept the floor in his shirt and Crocs because he neglected to put his underpants and his outerpants back on after using the toilet! I guess in retrospect she fits right in and I should quit being so prudish.

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sulu-design said…
This is the kind of story that makes me sad that I left the classroom. I love the insanity that comes with school!

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