The Eve of Armageddon: or Back to School Shopping

The summer is slowing shrinking on the school librarian. The weather is getting hotter and time to slack is slipping away. The thought of raising another set of unruly angsty teenagers is slowly bring back my depression. The sole consolation is shopping for work clothes.

Just like coming back from Christmas vacation with some new outfits. Going back to school is just as much of a fashion show for teachers as it is for students. They don't advertise it for adults but the need is there.

I have this need to dress up for work. Yes, I have my days of jeans and overly baggy dresses for my "ugh" days, but I like dressing up. I dress for how I want to be respected and treated by students and teachers. I don't dress like my students. I will pick up a trend here and there, but no one is going to mistake me for a thirteen year old from the back.

Sales people are funny. When I recently went to my favorite store at an outlet mall and bought a "little black dress" and another outfit. The saleswoman was like are you going somewhere. Yes, in about four weeks I am going to the glamorous location of --- middle school.

The Doctor Wears Prada: or Where'd you get them shoes, Doc?

I love my doctor in a platonic professional manner. She's my age, pleasant and easy to talk too. During my most recent visit I noticed that she had some sassy shoes on to be giving shots and wielding a speculum.

This scenario reawakened my wish I was more of a shoe slut. I love all of the shoes that SJP rocked on Sex in the City. But being the teacher-librarian that I am, I can't rock four inch stilettos when I am doing my job.

.Climbing under desks to fix computers
.Climbing on the step stool to fix wiring closets
.Chasing my fast walking principal
.Chasing deliquent children
.Continually walking the the two football lengths to get to the other side of the building to fix number lock key problems

There are other teachers in my school that awaken my shoe envy, but then again they rarely have to walk anywhere and spend a lot of time sitting on a stool to teach.
The one time I wore my sassy stilettos for fun, to brighten up a boring grey outfit. Not only did I get heat for being taller than the principal but I was walking around barefoot on the nasty library carpeting by mid day.