December 13, 1999.

"Real life sucks losers dry. If you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn how to fly."

So. Um.

I was sitting on the stage during gym class today. One of the boys walks up to me, an insolent twinkle in his eye.

"A lot of people say you don't wear a bra. Is it true?"

This is a kid who's a bit of a behavior case. He's well known for speaking exactly what's on his mind. And, as per usual in these kinds of invasive questions, there isn't any overt maliciousness...and I get a lot of invasive questions from the students, believe you me, so at first I just think it's one of those uncomfortable moments.

"Who cares?" I sneer.
"But is it true?"
"What business is it of yours?" Finally I've found the right response and he goes away. I continue to feel uncomfortable. I think that everyone's staring at my chest. And then I realize...

...I've just been sexually harassed by a 12-year-old. I'm hitting the heights, oh yeah.

So I told one of the older teachers. She found three girls who admitted to the bra/no bra discussion, and I started to feel really guilty about ratting them out. If I was any kind of an adult, I thought miserably to myself, I would just take it in stride, suck it up, not care. I kept wondering if I asked for it. I don't wear a bra, you see. Haven't for a couple of years. It's not really a big deal...only now I feel slutty and ashamed.

So now I have 4 apology notes and a really unhappy feeling deep in my lungs.

Dear Miss F
I am sorry for saying that you don't ear a birae and saying it to a few people in the class.

(this from a girl who always smiles when she catches my eye.)

Dear Miss F
I am very sorry for saying you don't wear a boer and Im sorry for hurting your feeling and I wot say it agin am sorry.

(this from a little moppet cute enough to be on soup labels.)

Dear: Miss F I'm sorry me D and A said you never wore a braw and I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to heart your feelings.

So. How was your day?