In the early 2000s, I was in my forties and a teacher in a girls’ school. I was walking down a corridor past a class of fourteen-year-olds. This particular room was open on one side to the corridor and, as I walked past, the entire class swiveled around and LOOKED at me.
As you might imagine I was somewhat taken aback, but I just waved at them. Much to my amazement, the entire class burst out laughing and some, quite literally, fell to the floor laughing.
A few hours later, I ran into the teacher for that class in the staff room and asked her what on earth had been going on.
Teacher: “Oh, that was a sex ed class. We were just discussing dirty old men when you happened to walk past and wave…”
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In the early 2000s, I was in my forties and a teacher in a girls’ school. I was walking down a corridor past a class of fourteen-year-olds. This particular room was open on one side to the corridor and, as I walked past, the entire class swiveled around and LOOKED at me.
As you might imagine I was somewhat taken aback, but I just waved at them. Much to my amazement, the entire class burst out laughing and some, quite literally, fell to the floor laughing.
A few hours later, I ran into the teacher for that class in the staff room and asked her what on earth had been going on.
Teacher: “Oh, that was a sex ed class. We were just discussing dirty old men when you happened to walk past and wave…”