The Shower
“Ms. Seiler, here’s my homework.” It was Bessie, one of my 7th graders. She stood there with a folded piece of paper in her outstretched hand.
It was only the second day of my teaching career. It was 7:10 AM and I was taking a shower in the girl’s locker room because I had no running water at my house. The school and the laundromat were the only places in town with running water. Many of the teachers showered at school, but none of us ever expected to be doing so with our students.
Well, I quickly decided to wrap a towel around my naked self to avoid any more embarrassment. Bessie seemed to see nothing wrong with catching her teacher perform her morning bathing ritual. I, on the other hand, had never taken a class in college that covered this sort of situation.