heeheeheeheeheeheehee

*names have been changed

So my beloved T.A. Lauren* was a little sad today, more like stressed. I noticed right away that her usual smile wasn't quite as easy when she came in, so she sat down in her reserved chair next to my desk and we chatted about school woes, college anxieties, etc.

I was listening really well, but I was also quite distracted by the scene behind her:

...because, come on, how do those pants STAY UP??? It drives me crazy to see

them that low, and it HAS to drive those guys crazy to have their pants

half-hanging off of them all the time.

So I said, "Lauren, do you want to be cheered up?" and she said YES--!

So I called out, "OMAR*!"

He turned around. "Yeah?"

"Can you do something for me?"

"Sure, what?" (he's a nice kid)

and I told him to walk over to the open doorway on my right,

leading to a mini courtyard between my room and the next,

parallel classroom building... he did... and then I said,

"I want you to run as fast as you can from here to that wall, and then back"

and he said "but my pants will fall down!"

and I replied, "EXACTLY."

So he did, and they did. I demurely looked away as they were starting

to fall, because even though I'd been viewing his underwear/gym shorts or

whatever for 15 minutes already, a young man deserves his privacy.

And when he got back, it was good times and we were all having a great

laugh but I still told him, quite sternly, to PULL (HIS) PANTS UP.

It was soooo great-- and Lauren* was soooo diverted--

and then we continued the fun by making the other two boys

next to him do the same thing, their pants were too low, too, it was only fair.