Work, which is weird

You know you are a teacher when your student comes up and insists that you are old-fashioned. Even when you tell them that the reason one does not wear miniskirts is simply because one does not want to benefit (or rather give eyesores) the person two steps below you. I'm practical, you know. But don't get me wrong, I think miniskirts are very pretty. I can see why people might wear them, given the right place and time But class is not one of them... especially when you're the one doing the teaching... Jeez. But it won't do for me to shed my less than cool image anyway - not that the kids will believe it any more than I want to be er - cool even if I think my translucent blouse is pretty exciting. *sulk* Stupid D. (another kid) called it a night gown. I've, it seems, somehow managed to build myself into a certain breed of teacher. Which is sort of good. One day I'll go to class in a spaghetti top and leather skirt...

And then she (not D) tells me: If you were the same age as me, we'll be friends. This, coming from a twelve-year old girl is... I think it was some kind of moment.

Later on, I spot a "Signor Sauer" complete with fake series number in the hand of a robber which has recently used it to blast the brains out of some hapless sales person in her compo. I end up snorting with laughter. Somebody has been reading Artemis Fowl...

In case anyone is wondering, no it's not a Signor Sauer, it's a Sig Sauer...