Teachers should not change their appearance mid-year. The students cannot handle it.
I forgot. I really, really forgot!
My new hair created quite a stir last week. I didn't think it was THAT different. I didn't dye it purple, after all, but it started when the guy PE teacher pulled up next to me and said, "Well, it was haircut day at the Thomas household yesterday!" I commended him on noticing and he said,
"Hey, I'm married."
To which I responded, "So are my parents...for 40 years and my dad still wouldn't notice!"
Then he went, "But you cut like 4 inches off!" Which was surprisingly accurate and made the conversation feel creepy. *grins*
Then my principal, the big hulking former college football player, also married and having two daughters, noticed!
And the students, oh the poor students, I rocked their worlds!
"Ms. Thomas, you got your hair cut!" ~times 20...they ALL said it...every last one of them.
"It looks so nice!"
"You look like Sabrina!" ~Sabrina being the little girl of Middle Eastern decent with black hair, who had, earlier in the week, bobbed her previously almost waist-length hair, so not so much, but I got the connection.
And my two favorites,
"You cut your hair, WHY did you cut your hair?" said in full, distressed whine.
"You look like a cowgirl!"
Which I suspect may have had more to do with the polka-dot rubber rain boots I was wearing than my hair ~ These are inner city kids for whom any boot = cowboy boot!