Day 17: The Teacher and the Barking Dogs

By 2:45 today, I was seriously considering how I might be able to separate both my feet from my body without bleeding to death. This had nothing to do with yoga, and it had everything to do with the eight hours that my feet spent bound up in my black boots with the narrow toe and three-inch heels. Not necessarily the best shoe choice for the first day of school, but they were the only ones that would allow me to wear my new "back to school" dress pants that I didn't have time to hem.

In the front office, I used my pain to teach two students the meaning of the term idiom when I exclaimed, "My dogs are barking!"

During the 9 weeks of summer, I may have worn high heels 5 or 6 times, and I know for a fact that I had not zipped up those boots since spring. My feet spent quite a happy summer relaxing in my Reef flip-flops. I know them quite well--these funny shaped little feet of mine--and they prefer the light of day, the freshness of a soft breeze. But, the first days of school make me want to formalize. Tailoring my looked to a more tailored look helps me transition back into "Ms. Jennings."

You might be thinking that after my first day of school (and after greeting 180 freshmen and sophomores), I'd have more meaningful topics to discuss than shoe fashion and foot pain. Well, you aren't inside my brain right now. If you were, you'd realize that shoes is as far as I can go right now.

I'm sure I'll have some insights and anecdotes by next week....