Bad Hair Day

September 6th, 2005

This morning in my 8 a.m. class, a student asked what time I have to get up in order to make the drive from Santa Monica to Long Beach. I answered and then confessed that I was late getting up this morning—in fact, I woke up at the time I should have been leaving the garage.

“I can tell,” this student answered, “because usually you comb your hair, but today you didn’t.”

This was actually not what we pedagogical types call “a teachable moment.” It was more what we scattered types call an “oh crap, I knew I forgot something” moment. So I talked about hair for a while. Vitanza fans might say we “drifted” to the topic of hair. Anyway, it’s good to know we’ve already established enough of a rapport in the class so that on the mornings when my fly is down or my skirt is tucked into my pantyhose—and those mornings will come—someone will say so.

2 Responses to “Bad Hair Day”

  1. AxsDeny Says:

    I don’t believe for a second that you’ve ever worn pantyhose.

  2. cindy Says:

    Spray on legs. Those work nicely or so I hear. I’ve never attempted it myself. And yeah, I also was wondering what time you get up.

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