Yesterday, sitting at the reading table, I had a small wardrobe malfunction. While leaning forward to help a student, “the girls” lifted a bit and more chest area than I would have liked peeked out through my school-appropriate blouse. I quickly realized what was happening and sat back down. However when I did, the disturbance, if you will, left a small portion of my bra showing, which I did not realize.
Shortly after, one of my students, we’ll call her Amla, walked past the reading table. Amla is a sweety. She is an English language learner with quite a limited vocabulary which causes her to struggle quite a bit in school. Even so, she is a great citizen and very helpful. Case in point, as she walked by she whispered, “Miss Delight.” I looked up at her, and she was pointing to her shirt. “Your bra is showing,” she continued quietly in her broken English. I looked down, and sure enough it was. I smiled and thanked her as I got things put back together. She smiled back and giggled, “It’s pink.” I chuckled, “Yes it is.” And she moved along discreetly.
At dismissal, I herded the kids down the stairs to our 2nd grade meeting place. As they made their way to the various dismissal lines I heard, “MISS DELIGHT!” I looked up, and there Amla stood about 20 feet away. “Remember when your bra was showing?” she hollered across the hustle and bustle.
I put on my fake smile and nodded, “Yes, yes I do remember.” She giggled and walked to her line.