Today, at the end of a lesson, a voice piped up from the back of the room, in tones of surprise and mild outrage: "Miss, you were seen the other night in a sort-of club place, and you bought a beer!"
I think they were more outraged by my lack of embarrassment than by the actual event...
I think they were more outraged by my lack of embarrassment than by the actual event...
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Gosh, that last post brought back memories! 'But Ms O'Regan, you must be very scared here at night time...'
'On Saturday, I saw a girl with a red hat, I ran after her, but she wasn't you...Did you give her your hat?'
'Miss, that's not right! Jesus was from Cork! Jesus was Irish! He was like Roy Keane!'
Hilarious! What was this sort-of club place?
So funny.
After having baby no.2 I returned to work on Saturday nights on Labour Ward.
I was still breastfeeding, so on my break I used to express using the super electronic breastpump that was available for mothers on the postnatal ward.
It might have been different if I'd been wearing a nightie, but the sight of a midwife in uniform using the pump tended to cause a bit of a stir.
Some of the mothers just couldn't quite wrap their heads around midwives being normal mothers too, breasts and all, just like them!
ROTFL...When I was in the lower grades I'm sure I wondered if our nuns even peed.
And, of course, in the 6th grade I just assumed my homeroom nun who was also our art & French teacher, when done for the day, simply opened the closet door and hung from the rod, bat-like, rigth after she'd finished patroling the grounds on her broom stick.
[You had to know her...but she...was the only nun I've ever had "issues" with - as did most of our put upon class.]
Seraphic - it was the Parish Social Club!
"Miss, you were seen the other night in a sort-of club place, and you bought a beer!"
rofl
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