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i am already hearing the wispers... three days into school. this morning i walked back some a group of sixgrade girls on my way into the building. in small voices i heard the word, "gay". the third time this week. i heard it in the hall, i pretend not to hear. ITs my third year, i've heard it before, and delt with it. it still hurts. it hurts a little more this year, because this place is becomeing home to me. No matter what boyfriend i have, where i live, or how i feel my school has always been here for me. the building is here weather i want to be here or not and the children need me to be an adult no matter how tired i am. its important to me.
I will deal with the problem. i wore my favorite shoes today. A pair of pointed toe brown Keneth Cole's. I have a dark chocolate v- neck top with med brown khaki's. i dont look like the other male teacher. There isn't one who dresses the way i do. Only three men wear ties in my school. Most wear old clothes. i look gay. i probably sound gay. i know i'm not exacly who they are used to being around. i wish i wasnt so different.
I will deal with the problem. i wore my favorite shoes today. A pair of pointed toe brown Keneth Cole's. I have a dark chocolate v- neck top with med brown khaki's. i dont look like the other male teacher. There isn't one who dresses the way i do. Only three men wear ties in my school. Most wear old clothes. i look gay. i probably sound gay. i know i'm not exacly who they are used to being around. i wish i wasnt so different.