Today, during the end of the day announcements, several young crusaders - um, announced is the only verb coming to mind here - that tomorrow is Hobby Day at school! They invited all and sundry to wear clothing that reflects our individual pursuits and passions so that we all can appreciate the range and diversity of interests at Upper Socioeconomic Middle School.
"My hobby is naked sunbathing!" I exclaimed merrily to my class. "I can't wait to wear that outfit to school tomorrow!"
Twenty-five heads turned in my direction. Twenty-five pairs of eyes focused on mine. Behind those eyes, twenty-five brains kicked into action. Gears turned. Dots were connected. Other shoes dropped. Then, in 5...4....3....2....1....
BAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHA! OMG! NAKED SUNBATHING! HAHAHAHAHA!
It was a good thing the day was over anyway, because with that, they were gone. "But I thought your hobby was kicking kittens," one student wondered. "That was last week," I explained. (Clearly I am not embracing Hobby Day in the spirit in which it is intended.) (Clearly I am also not a suitable role model for the young and impressionable.) (But I digress.)
As the rest of the class chuckled to themselves, one young lady started to look a little panicky. "You're...not.... you're not going to....do that?" she said nervously. To be honest, if I were a young adolescent, and MY kinda-mom-aged teacher had threatened to show up to school in her birthday suit, I would've sweated it a bit, too. I quickly set her mind to rest - although one little, teeny-tiny corner of my brain considered playing on her gullibility, if only for a second.
Yet another reason why I love my job.