One of the great things about single-gender education is that the teachers can say things in class that they wouldn't say in mixed company.
For instance, Lily's English teacher announced to the class on the first day of school that everywhere she looks she sees bosoms. (It's true. Are there any TV announcers, characters on "24," "Lost" or Fox News that don't show cleavage? Providing they're female, of course....) Even Hillary has followed, uh, suit. 
Lily's teacher said, "Girls, I do not want to see your bosoms. Do not show your bosoms in here."
And the girls went fetal. Mrs. B. was doing it again -- saying the un-sayable.
Bless you, Mrs. B.
How is it that when Lily and I go shopping, the shirt that looks fine in the store sneaks down when Lily puts it on later? I suspect that Lily pulls it up a little higher in the store when Mom is deciding whether or not to buy.... Fortunately, Lily has Mrs. B. every day, and Lily doesn't want her bosoms discussed.
That's not the only end of a girl that Mrs. B. has a problem with. One day Crystal dropped her pencil. When she leaned over to pick it up, Mrs. B and the class got an eyeful of butt cleavage. Mrs. B. was appalled and said so.
"Crystal, fix you pants. Don't you know that Crack Kills?"
Congratulations... that post title got me here quicker than any other title you've ever used.
Posted by: Bear | September 16, 2008 at 03:12 PM
I like her and haven't even met her!
Posted by: Cheryl | September 16, 2008 at 05:03 PM
That. Is to die for.
Posted by: Anwyn | September 17, 2008 at 01:11 AM