When I became a professor, I decided that I'd be the cool professor who carried a stapler with her. I mean, hey, I like office supplies, and a stapler is a very nice thing to own, right?
I thought I'd lend it out to people who had taken their test apart (why do they do this?) Maybe some people would try to hand me an unstapled paper. Then maybe I'd charge them for the use of said stapler. An old trick I learned from the IHM nuns who taught in my school.
I never in a million years thought I'd have to use it to staple my pants shut. On the second day of class. And this particular pair of pants was already a bit big (thankyaverymuch, 8 year old cousin who suggested it was for the opposite reason that I lost my button). I've never been so scared; luckily I managed to spare my student the sight of my ass. For now.
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been there - many times.
pants are a rough road to travel...
Why do you have cellulite on your ass?
Well, I guess that is ONE argument for bringing a stapler to class. And ironically enough, last week I found out I had a rather noticable rip on the back seam of my sweater. And we couldn't find a safety pin so colleagues recommended I . . . staple it!!
Better than trying to use a piece of tape. Which doesn't work, by the way.
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