If there is one negative thing about living near the school you teach at, it's the possibility of running into your students outside of school. In theory, it's not that big of a deal, but for some reason the only time you run into your students is when you are in the lingerie department of whatever store you are in. Always.
I'm young. I still want to shop in the trendy stores. Unfortunately, so do my students. I remember one time, I wasn't even shopping for underwear, I was just walking through the section to get to a beautiful sweater that had caught my eye on the other side of the store, when I suddenly found myself face to face with one of my students and his mom.
Oh the horror.
Because of course the mother wanted to stop and talk about PTA stuff or whatever, so I politely stopped and listened. There we were, all three chatting about parent/teacher conferences next to a colorful array of panties, and only the mother seemed to not feel uncomfortable about it.
In that moment, I looked at my student and he looked at me, and silently we made a pact. I wouldn't tell my students that this wanna-be-punk still shops with his mommy, if he didn't tell anyone about seeing me next to the double D's. This painful ordeal had put us on the same side, and we both knew it.
The happy ending to this would be that I got a cool new sweater out of it, but no. It was ugly.
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