I've been getting that a lot lately. Sometimes when you're a teacher you look at administrators and think about all the ways that they're messing everything up and then you become an administrator and you mess things up, all the while thinking longingly of those days when you used to get sleep.
So I told that that I looked tired because I was working hard for them.
They didn't buy it.
"You know what you should get?" said Michael. "It's that thing that Caucasian people wear."
Caucasian people?
"Ooh, yeah," said Ashley. "They put it on their face so people can't tell they're tired. Miss A uses it all the time. You should ask her. She looks good."
Um. I thought hard, trying to figure out what they were talking about. You mean concealer?
"Yeah!" said Michael. "You put it under your eyes. It covers up those dark circles."
I couldn't help myself; I started to giggle like a little girl. They looked at me blankly, unsure what the joke was.
I decided to help them out. So what you're telling me is I shouldn't get more sleep; I should wear more makeup.
Ashley nodded. "Yes." She was so pleased with me. "Because then people can't tell. That's important."
They both told me bye then and ran out of my room so they didn't miss the chicken sandwiches at lunch, which reminded me. I needed to eat lunch, too.
I keep forgetting.
