High School flashback

I had a total flashback to high school today. We were painting Christmas ornaments today at school and I picked up a brand new bottle of red paint and shook it up. The top was not on and paint went all over my new Christmas sweater(yes, I am a teacher.) all the way down to my shoes. I borrowed a paint shirt from the 3 year old class.

When I was in high school, I was in lots of art classes. It was my escape. However, there was a girl in one of my art classes named Mollie that talked non-stop about anything and everything and bugged me to death and made me dread this particular class. Everything she did drove me crazy. One day, she picked up a gallon bottle of yellow paint and shook it. No top, of course. I had paint from the top of my head, all the way down my new Bongo jeans, to the toes of my brand new Keds. I didn't say a word. I just walked out of class, out of school, and got into my car. I didn't even bother checking out. It was about a 2 minute drive home. We NEVER locked our back door. Our washer and dryer were in a little room off the porch that led into the kitchen. I stripped down to nothing and threw all of my clothes in the washer. I headed inside to change, and THE DOOR WAS LOCKED!!! There was a dirty clothes basket on the floor containing 2 items...a cropped pajama shirt of Becky's and a pair of my dad's shorts. My only choices. I put on my make-shift outfit and got back in my car and drove to my mom's work. I actually got out of the car and walked into my mom's classroom to get her house key. Try explaining to your mom why you are not at school and you are half-dressed in her workplace. I did make it back by the end of art class.

Today wasn't so bad. At least the paint shirt had buttons.