What She Wore: black, long-sleeve tee with a couple of decorative buttons; grey, knee-length skirt with a ruffle at the bottom; black, strappy wedges white stitching. Got a little harassment from my co-worker about my skirt being too short, so I took out a ruler and measured–one inch above the knee. Totally within the two-inch rule. I can’t help it if people stare at my legs! (wink)
For some reason it’s all about the crazy kids these days. I may have mentioned this before, but I doubt it, so I’ll share it today. Every year, after school has gotten under way, one of my black (I’m mentioning their race for a reason) students will ask me if I’ve hurt my leg. I’ll look down and see the red circle that appears on the back of my leg when I cross my legs. Apparently, not all my kids are familiar with the techni-color aspects of skin as pale as mine. Plus, I wear skirts a lot because I’m short and getting pants hemmed is a pain.
So, a few days ago one of my kids asked me about the "bruise" on my leg, and asked if it hurt. The girl next to her was white and she opened her mouth and said, "It’s not a bruise. . when we. . " She trailed off–not exactly sure how to continue her sentence. I stepped in and said, "When white people cross their legs, they get a mark where they were touching. It’ll go away in a few minutes and it doesn’t hurt." The girl looked down, her mouth dropped open, she covered it with her hand, and then she looked back at me and burst out laughing.
You are crazy! she pronounced.
Every. Single. Year.
Can I help it if I get straight to the point?