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Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Old Bag

By Marcia Mayo who blogs at Well Aged With Some Marbling

I'm a second-grade teacher and I really like it, but I always feel sorry for my students at the beginning of the year. All of the other female second-grade teachers at my school are young and pretty and wear trendy clothes.

In the fall and spring, the other teachers wear cute little sundresses and fancy flip flops. They aren't allowed to wear regular flip flops because those are deemed unprofessional by our superintendent. Also, the sundresses have to have straps so that a child in need of comfort won't accidentally expose parts of the teacher the superintendent has deemed as unprofessional to show.

However, one of my work daughters, which is what I call my young co-worker friends, has been known to wear a bolero sweater over her strapless sundress. So far, so good on that. In the winter months, my cohorts wear sweater dresses with high-heeled boots or leggings.

My plan for work wear is somewhat different. In the fall and spring, I wear knit tops and capri pants which, surprisingly, our superintendent currently considers professional. With that I wear sensible sandals that cover most of my wrinkled feet.

In the winter months, I wear the same knit tops with cargo pants which I have found to be the same pants as capri pants, only longer. I have even discovered cargo pants that have a little tab which allows the pants to be rolled up into capri pants, therefore cutting in half my work wardrobe budget. I have, however, had a hard time rolling both legs up to the same height, which sometimes causes a half capri/half cargo effect.

In the winter, I wear either black, blue or brown trouser shoes I bought about 15 years ago. They still look good, although one of my work daughters makes constant catty remarks about them. I think that's because her feet are hurting in her high heeled boots.

Finally, if it gets really cold, I have some corduroy pants I wear along with socks I buy at Publix. I also have a couple of hoodies I wear, which I bought at Macy's. I had a great gray hoodie I used to wear with everything - as gray does pretty much go with everything - but my friend, Allison, who isn't all that great a dresser herself, made me throw it away. I showed her, though. It's in the trunk of my car in case I ever need it.

Back to my poor students. I can just imagine, during the summer preceding second grade when the class lists go out, a child asking his mom or dad, "Dr. Mayo, is she the one with the long blond hair and the flip flops?

No? Well, is she the one with the long dark hair and the pretty boots?

No? Well, is she a real doctor then, the kind who gives shots?

No? Well, thank goodness for that."

So, with the relief that I'm not a real doctor who gives shots, the kids seem to forgive me for the all-season knitwear and the shoes twice their age. They even tell me I'm pretty sometimes, but that's usually when they are in trouble.

I did have a student a couple of years ago who, during story time, would push the skin around on top of my foot. I have to say that irritated me a bit.

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Great story. I'm still wearing "your" wardrobe into my retirement and my grandkids are comfy with it. During the warmer seasons they do sit next to me and make smiley faces out of the wrinkles on my elbows. Sigh! Your students must be very comfortable with you, good for you.

I was fond of tent like jumpers over tee shirts when I was teaching. Easy, peasy in the rushed morning and never a worry about the naughty bist showing. I carted them off to a resale shop as soon as I retired.

Thanks for my morning belly laugh! Just delightful, Marcia.So far, my great-grand haven't discovered the fun of pushing my loose skin around, but I'm working on a post about losing my lips (and eyes and hair).

Oops! great-grandS--5 OF THEM.

Never mind the clothes and winkles, it was the personility that charmed the little ones, I'm sure.

Marcia - This was great!

It's obvious that your great sense of humor more than compensates for any age discrepancies. - Sandy

Marcia, that is a wonderful story. Brings back memories of my teaching years. I wore jeans every day (not the same ones, I had 3 pair), cotton turtle necks (black, grey or navy) with a hoodie in winter, t-shirts in the summer. Work boots in winter, flat sandals in summer. Comfort has always been my main priority in dress especially shoes.
The only dress rule for teachers and students ~ shirts and shoes a must in classrooms - no bare feet.

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HA HA You crack me up, Marcia! Lucky kids (your work daughters too)! That is all I have to say about that except for thanks...you made my day!

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