Early in my teaching career I had the unforgettable experience of doing some substitute teaching. One of my first assignments was a sixth grade class, and it was my first time ever with students that old. The morning went smoothly; I was enjoying working with students who could do so much independently. At lunch time, I popped over to El Pollo Loco for one of their 99 cent BRC burritos (pinto beans, rice, and cheese--simple, but affordable and tasty).
The afternoon did not go quite as quite as well as the morning. There were no big issues, just some strange looks and giggles from some of the kids. In fact, I think you could call it sniggering. Yes, some of the kids were sniggering, but I couldn't tell at what. I shrugged it off.
That afternoon when I got home I went to the bathroom. As I was washing my hands, to my intense horror and utter humiliation, I saw in the mirror that one of my eye teeth was COMPLETELY COVERED WITH A BEAN SKIN. What the hell! How did I not feel it? How did I not dislodge it with my tongue or lips?
And most importantly, how did I make it through the entire afternoon without a SINGLE SOUL telling me about it?