A few moments later, H walks up to me and says, Mrs. H is your shirt on inside out? It takes me a moment to realize that she is not trying to pull one over on me. I glance down, my shirt appears the same on the outside and on the inside with the exception the seams show. There is no tag, to other give-aways. Sure enough, my shirt is on inside out.
I quickly take the moment to teach my students things that only weird situations can bring on. I show them how to handle embarrassment. I tell H that I planned that to see how observant they are, and begin a contest of how many people mention to me that my shirt is on inside out. She, and all my other students thought this was a great idea.
But on a serious note, in their lives embarrassing things happen, they and if they can learn to laugh at themselves, other will laugh with them, instead of at them.
P.S. H was the only person who told me today, that my shirt was on backwards...thanks Mrs. M and Mrs. W!