This week is Spirit Week at STMS. After some lamer days (Pajama Pants Day, Twin Day, and Jersey Day) (Although, as a side note, I did get some good looks when I showed up for Jersey Day sporting my Shakespeare baseball shirt), today was the inevitable Crazy Hair Day.
The conflict was that it’s also Parent-Teacher Conferences, thus severely diminishing my at-home time and greatly raising my need to look presentable. You know, for the parents. Who come to conferences in a tank top, reeking of beer and cigarettes.
I rolled my hair in sponge curlers last night, pulled them out this morning, then twisted the whole thing up in a scarf and got this look:
And, yes, “good” was meant as an insult.
Tomorrow is, strangely, Dress Like a Hero Day. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that one. So they mean a superhero? An “educational” hero? Do I wear a costume? Do I wear my usual work clothes and come up with some lame excuse-of-an-identity/pun?
Our principal sent out an email two days ago stating, in blatent terms, that we were to in no way acknowledge Halloween in our classes at all. No costumes, no makeup, no candy, no games, don’t you dare even bring it up.
I’m sure the fact that the State Office of Education will be visiting our school that week has nothing to do with that mandate.
On one hand, I’m not sure a costume would go over well. I’m pretty sure none of the other teachers will be in costume. Heck, the only other teacher who did anything for Crazy Hair Day was the student council adviser. He styled his hair with a slight upward spike, rather than his usual stick-straight-out-from-the-forehead look. On the other hand, I like dressing up and I’m apparently not going to be able to do it on the one day a year that it’s socially acceptable to do so in the daytime. Plus, wearing a 1860’s dress is technically still in the teacher’s dress code.
So, I’m going as Jo March – writer, educator, and beloved fictional woman of intelligence:
Okay not so intelligent in that scene. When the movie first came out, I had to assure my sister and many of my friends that Jo’s rejection of Laurie makes much more sense in the book. After all, in the book she’s not rejecting Christian Bale. Because seriously – if Christian Bale offered to take me bashing around London, I’d be dropping my cat off at my parent’s house faster than you can say “Teddy, please.”
Go ‘head. Guess which suggestions came from Rachel and which one from Ben.