The Brunt of Whispers

Okay so yesterday night, I finally figured out why my students where whispering behind my back.

I had a freakin hair bonnet in the collar of my shirt that I thought I had taken off in the morning. Yet, apparently in my rush it had gotten caught onto my shirt and it was stuck there the ENTIRE day until a friend in the evening reached out and said what's this on your neck? I was so embarrassed.

AHHhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm now one of those crazy teachers that run around looking like a fool. You know, the one you always made fun of....