Keeping up Appearances

In teaching 8th grade, an age group where you are totally obsessed with appearance and apparel, there is a lot of judgement that happens concerning my appearance every day.  It's fine...I don't mind, in some ways it's nice because someone really does appreciate it if I'm looking nice one day...but on the flip side...they also definitely notice and definitely comment if I'm looking a little rough.  Some stories to the liking:

1. Sometimes my fellow teachers and I like to peruse the facebooks of our students.  Unfortunately, at this point, they've pretty much figured this out and made their profiles really private.  However, one girl failed to make her mobile uploads private and I was cruising through her pics one afternoon when I discovered a picture of another one of my students, standing in the Gap, holding a skirt I had worn a few weeks before with the caption, "MISS KINNEY'S SKIRT." Now.  I don't know what this means. Do they like my skirt? Do they hate my skirt? Either way, it became very apparent to me that they notice my clothing.

2.  As I'm about to get run into by a student flying down the hallway...
Student: "HEY! Don't run into Ms. Kinney!! Her hair actually looks nice today!"

3. Recently I cut my hair a lot shorter...little did I know the stir this was going to cause in the 8th grade...most were nice and complimentary...however one student made the following comment:
"Ms. Kinney! What the heck did you do to your hair!?" - Wow..Thanks.

Although, I probably deserve this, since my mom tells me that every day when I came home from Kindergarten, instead of telling my mom about all the great things I did that day, I told her what my teacher was wearing and how her hair looked.  What goes around comes around...

Peace, Love and a Yellow Gap Skirt,
Claire

Some Things to Consider:
- There is a race track in town called The Red Mile...in an epic move, someone painted over the bottom line of the E, so it now reads THE RED MILF.  Genius.

- My tax return is now in the works...and congratulations to me...I now have enough money to get my cat declawed. Cha Ching...no more scratching the underside of my coffee table, as Owen so weirdly likes to do.

- I briefly considered changing the name of my blog to Confessions of a crazy cat lady.  Thoughts?