Running into one of my students at the...
Me: BJ! How're you doin', kid?
BJ: (eyes widening, bewildered, looking around nervously) Oh my goooo... Miss, you're... how... (voice dropping to a whisper) How did you get here????
Me: I flew in on my wicked witch broom! Seriously, BJ?
BJ: Miss, but you -- you're a teacher!
Me: Uh, yeah, so?
BJ: Teachers... come to the mall?!?!?
Me: Oh my goodness, of course! Where do you think I got these pants? AND these shoes? What, honey, do you think I live in my classroom and never come out of there?
BJ: Well, yeah... kind of... or just like you go home and don't go out.
Dec 4th