Halloween

I lived through another Halloween.

I used to like Halloween, but things have changed. It used to be that Halloween was an excuse to dress sluttier than I normally would. Now it seems to have become an excuse to wear pajamas to work. It was my colleagues' idea. I was all set to be a leopard, which would have consisted of clothes I already have plus a leopard thing on my head. But they wanted us to have a theme, and that theme is too embarrassing to plainly write; however here's a hint: it involved a pacifier. Ugh. So terrible. I am not a person who has a stockpile of adorable pajamas at the ready, and even if I did, I don't want to wear them in public under any circumstance. Somehow my coworkers all own one-piece zip-up fleece pajamas! I ended up wearing "sweats," which is another word I can't stand.

Some would say I don't know how to have fun. I do know how to have fun, but it's not your everyday kind of fun. It's very specialized. I can send you a brochure.

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Added a few minutes later:

I think that because of how public school teachers are viewed in our country, and how I constantly strive to present myself as an educated, intellectual professional, and how we are currently working without a contract, dressing like a b*&$ just seemed like the wrong message.

A leopard would have totally gotten the right point across.