It slipped out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying.
Not sure that is excuse enough to not get me fired.
I teach dance at a private boarding school, and at the end of term we do a short juggling unit. Today I had middle school dance class - 12 boys two girls. It was our first day of juggling - we start with bean bags or tennis balls. If the kids are already proficient with the tennis balls, they can show it to me, and then they can move on to rings or clubs.
Needless to say - the guys all jumped into the bag of more difficult stuff. I stopped them with a whistle and actually said to them straight out. "STOP! Nobody can touch the rings or clubs until I inspect your balls!"
And then there was dead silence.
Like at least 20 seconds where nobody even knew what to say.
One little seventh grader just dropped his jaw and said "Ms. J. - I want an A, but not THAT bad."
Needless to say . . it was a bit embarrassing.
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I wish I could have been there to see your face...and read their minds. Do you think they call you, "creepy Ms. J" behind your back?
~Teats
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