It was a rough week. Kicked a kid out of class wednesday, unwillingly found myself in an email exchange with an agressive, defensive, miserly co-worker and ended the week with 110 kids practicing putting condoms on two wooden ‘replicas’. I’m the type of teacher who thinks a school really needs to function like a well oiled machine. We are all part of a team, the same team. So when someone on your team is consistently an defensive a-hole who jumps down everyone’s throat, it makes a hard job even harder.
So I bought myself a heart sweater. I figured a big whopping heart on my chest would help me recover from one of those soul crushing weeks that sometimes comes with being a teacher.
Some love from my dog bambi helped too.
Then inspiration struck. Bambi needed a sweater too!
glasses: bonlook – sweater: j.crew – pants: f21 – shoes: bass