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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
What Are Those Yellow Stains?
In elementary school, my teachers were all mostly female. The male teachers were usually the principal or teaching gym. However, this one teacher taught social studies. The class was always in the afternoon, sometime around 2pm.
When he was teaching, he was always very animated with his hands and his gestures. He had a lot of energy, jumping from one side of the chalkboard to the other, raising his hands above his heads, pointing to different maps and charts. I think he was so enthusiastic in order to keep us awake. Trying to teach a bunch of elementary school students geography an hour after lunch and an hour before school was let out definitely required a sincere patience and determination.
However, with his hand gesticulations towards the air, we noticed yellow stains under his armpits. It was very peculiar because he was the homeroom teacher, meaning that he took attendance for our class in the morning. At that time, the underarms of his shirts were always white, but during our class in the afternoon, it would always be stained.
After a few weeks of noticing this, people started to talk and question. In particular, I remember one afternoon after school while we were waiting for our parents to pick us up, a bunch of us were wondering what those yellow stains were. Somebody mentioned that it must be the yellow chalk that he uses, it rubs off from his hands whenever he crosses his arm. Another person thought that it was because he didn't wash his shirts everyday. Nobody knew what it was. Everybody was stumped.
Eventually, one of the kids went home to ask his mother, but the mother only said that it was "a sign of growing up". He brought this answer back to us, but nobody felt satisfied with the answer. When would we have yellow stains under our armpits? Does everybody get them? Do girls get them? Why is it yellow?
Eventually, people stopped asking questions, but instead started to snicker during class whenever the teacher raised his hands. At first, everybody tried controlling it, but it was hard. At first he didn't know what people were smiling at, but one day it dawned on him. Then, he started wearing darker colored shirts or sweaters over the light shirts. After that, nobody said anything else anymore. ¶ 7:53 PM 0 comments
When he was teaching, he was always very animated with his hands and his gestures. He had a lot of energy, jumping from one side of the chalkboard to the other, raising his hands above his heads, pointing to different maps and charts. I think he was so enthusiastic in order to keep us awake. Trying to teach a bunch of elementary school students geography an hour after lunch and an hour before school was let out definitely required a sincere patience and determination.
However, with his hand gesticulations towards the air, we noticed yellow stains under his armpits. It was very peculiar because he was the homeroom teacher, meaning that he took attendance for our class in the morning. At that time, the underarms of his shirts were always white, but during our class in the afternoon, it would always be stained.
After a few weeks of noticing this, people started to talk and question. In particular, I remember one afternoon after school while we were waiting for our parents to pick us up, a bunch of us were wondering what those yellow stains were. Somebody mentioned that it must be the yellow chalk that he uses, it rubs off from his hands whenever he crosses his arm. Another person thought that it was because he didn't wash his shirts everyday. Nobody knew what it was. Everybody was stumped.
Eventually, one of the kids went home to ask his mother, but the mother only said that it was "a sign of growing up". He brought this answer back to us, but nobody felt satisfied with the answer. When would we have yellow stains under our armpits? Does everybody get them? Do girls get them? Why is it yellow?
Eventually, people stopped asking questions, but instead started to snicker during class whenever the teacher raised his hands. At first, everybody tried controlling it, but it was hard. At first he didn't know what people were smiling at, but one day it dawned on him. Then, he started wearing darker colored shirts or sweaters over the light shirts. After that, nobody said anything else anymore. ¶ 7:53 PM 0 comments
