Apparently, I need to be checked and signed off on my apparel before I leave the house in the morning. I made it through one and a half periods until the snickering turned into the varying forms of, “your sweater is on backwards.”
As much as I would have love to have one, I didn’t have a witty comeback. There is a real sense in shame when you have to take off your sweater during class, turn it around and put it back on.
When I get home tonight, I’ll practice the skill that most five year-olds have mastered.