I was feeling a bit bored and in need of a project at the beginning of December; so bored, in fact, that I jumped at the chance to take part in Ben's moustache-growing contest, despite having hitherto been only able to produce a patchy collection of ginger face-pubes with about as much density as a piece of candy floss.
I put up with the itching and staring for almost 3 weeks and shaved it off the morning after the party. A day or two before this, one of my elementary students approached me and delivered the following assessment:
"Teacher...today you look ...like man."
This was delivered with a degree of surprise and puzzlement which seemed to convey the impression that he had, until this moment, been under the impression that I was either a female or some sort of androgynous leprechaun.
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