Here’s a weird thing.
When Bea left for school yesterday my last thought was,
“Cute, she isn’t wearing sweatpants or pajama pants today, she’s wearing a skirt.”
A few hours later I get this text:
”Mom, the Dean is calling you. The girl who slapped me in first semester took pictures up my skirt in choir.”
Why?
Why? Wtf. WHY. WHO DOES THIS.
“Hello this is Dean Shermano of LAUSD.”
”Hi.”
”Can you come in at 8am tomorrow morning?”
“Of course”