In my defense, this sweater is one of those oversized wrap-around deals with lots of weird buttons around a faux cowl neck collar. And I put it on right before walking out of the house.
Riley: "Um, Ms. Sefcik, um your tag--you have shirt on inside out."
Me: "Um. No I don't."
Riley: "Look, even the seams are on the outside."
Me: (checking my shirt in confusion) "But....the buttons..."
Diane: "Look--there's a tag right there."
Me: "Huh. Oh."
Riley: "HAHAHA Ms. Sefcik has her sweater on inside-out!"
Kyle: "I was going to say something this morning, but I thought you did it on purpose, to be cool or something."
Me: "Haha, well, I am pretty cool."
Riley: "Are you going to go change?"
Me: "Eventually."
Diane: "You know, maybe you should reconsider us having to do this essay now."
Me: "Why would I reconsider that?"
Diane: "Not only do you not believe in Santa Claus, you can't even dress yourself. Maybe you shouldn't be telling us what to do."
Me: "Um, nice try."
I leave the students in the librarian's capable hands and go to the main office bathroom to switch my sweater.
Me: "Are you both ready to laugh?"
Receptionist 1: "Oh yes!"
Receptionist 2: "Sure--what happened?"
Me: "It was just pointed out to me that my sweater is on inside out."
(both look at my sweater for a second, confused, then I pull on the cleaning instruction tag sticking out from my side)
Receptionist 2: "Oh my gosh! That is too funny! How did that happen?"
Me: "I've only ever worn this once before, and I must have hung it up inside out on the hanger. I threw it on and ran out the door, never looked at it once, and assumed I had buttoned it correctly."
Receptionist 1: "Well, it looks reversible, like the material is the same on the inside and outside."
Me: "Well, I'm going to fix it."
I walk toward the bathroom and hear:
Principal: "Hey, Stephanie, wait!"
I turn around, thinking oh my jeez, what if this is somehow a violation of the dress code or something? to find him holding his iPhone up, wanting to take a picture. I'm sure this will be in its own section of the Yearbook on a page entitled something like "Ms. Sefcik--General Life Failures."
Too funny! I am crying! How do you do these things? Your kids truly must love you!
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