Someone’s Coming

In Baltimore, I had the habit of letting boys know that I was coming into the bathroom by thumping on the door and kicking it. I didn’t want shy bladders or mirror-gazers to be embarrassed by the presence of a teacher.

The door to the boys bathroom at school here is always propped open, so I can’t bang on it while entering. But the threshold of the door is metal, and it’s a little loose, so all I have to do is give it a good stomp. It makes a loud noise, and my presence is announced.

Crash!

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4 Responses to Someone’s Coming

  1. Kim says:

    Very sensitive of you. It is funny how kids get freaked out when they see teachers doing normal things.

  2. Lauren says:

    I can’t get over seeing you in shorts and tennis shoes at work!

  3. Lloyd says:

    My students have attached a bell to me, so they always know when I’m coming.

  4. Peggy says:

    Hehe….maybe you could just change into your squeaky shoes when you go to the bathroom.

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