I feel like I haven't really lived up to the public's expectations for this blog.
Anyone can tell you that a day in the life of Kelly Grogg is really just a string of embarrassing stories. Seriously, I have a series of school dance and public bathroom stories that are so awkward, most people think I'm making them up. But I'm not.
As you can imagine, plopping me down in the middle of Cambodia did nothing to alleviate my life's attraction to a few embarrassing moments. So I'm going to make more of an effort to publicly post my most embarrassing stories for your amusement. Here my most recent story.
A couple of weeks ago, I was teaching one of my 11th grade classes, and having quite a bit of trouble getting any sort of participation from my students. Eventually, I asked them to read the dialogue in pairs so they could practice before I called on them to read aloud. A few of my shyer female students immediately started to point to their chests, gesturing that they had something to say. I got WAY too excited and exclaimed to the class, "GREAT! We already have a pair who would like to volunteer to read!" These girls immediately started shaking their heads from side to side, looking like a couple of deer in the headlights. While I thought to myself, "What's the deal? If you want to read just read already." They motioned me to come in closer and whispered to me in khmer, "Teacher, um...your shirt....".
Sure enough, my shirt was almost entirely unbuttoned and the whole class got a scandalous glance at my underclothes. I'm sure I was the talk of the town, but that did explain while it didn't feel quite as unbearably hot. Who knows, maybe my shirt will find itself mysteriously unbuttoned from time to time in order to catch a breeze. "Oh no! Is my shirt unbuttoned? I had no idea..."
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