Today I felt like looking nice, so I wore a pretty blue dress, and wore my hair down. I took the time to do makeup and jewelry, and even wore cute shoes. My kindergartners all exclaimed about my appearance this morning (how bad do I normally look?!). As I was leaving this evening, Tracy, my favorite little girl from my most advanced class, told me that I looked like a princess.
Feeling very feminine, I attempted to walk home like a lady, but when it came time to cross the road, self-preservation took over. I ran for my life across the road, managing to lose one of my shoes in the process. Like something out of a very familiar fairy tale, a man came running after me to bring me my shoe. There were just a few little problems with my "Prince Charming": he was an adorable old Korean man, at least eighty years old, and toothless (as far as I could see). I wonder if Cinderella struck out the first time, and just omitted it from the manuscript to make things more romantic...
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