Today I saw a boy running to class to make the tardy bell. He was busting a sag and holding his pants with one hand so that they would stay right below his buttocks (where they belonged?). His run was impeded by his poor fashion choice such that the running only took place from the knee down. The tail of his foolishly long belt was flapping in the breeze.
In twelve years of teaching, it's still hilarious. There just isn't anything funnier.
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I have seen my future, running late to Ms. Educat's class . . . yikes.
Have you seen Clueless?
Susan--but of course! I taught HS in 1995, how could I not have?
Saw a rerun on cable recently, forgot how good it was.
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