Ms. Frazzled Dons a Bra. And Shows 300 People.
What I am hoping at this very moment: in the future, none of my coworkers or students' parents will come up to me and say, "I knew I knew you from somewhere. You look different with your clothes on. You're that girl I saw dancing at [the gay club] in her bra on June 4th! Nice tattoo." (A la Josh Cohen, whose story I wholeheartedly appreciated.)
Well, that's a step up from the last entry. At least I was wearing a bra.
In other news, I finally got my first placement for student teaching next semester. I will be in a fourth grade in the ghetto. I did one of my prior observations at that school, and it was definitely an experience. I'm thinking that I may have some of the kids I did my observation with, since I was in a third grade room. At least I know the school, and it's fairly close. On Monday, I have to call the teacher and set up an appointment to meet with her.
Know what's funny? Both of my cooperating teachers have the same last name. One less thing for me to worry about forgetting.