© Bruce Goodman 19 January 2018
It was Fredericka’s first year of teaching at a High School. In fact, it was her first day. The principal had told her to “dress modestly”. Dress modestly! What an old-fashioned concept! What an old-fashioned expression! She would dress tastefully! Fashionably! Appropriately!
Fredericka chose to wear a loose white blouse with the top buttons undone. It was, after all, still hot from the dying summer. And she chose a “modest” brown skirt with a slit up to the lower thigh that was both cooling and feminine.
Well! The testosterone in the class of sixteen year old boys! Fredericka could smell it. It was overbearing.
“Boys! Boys! Open the windows! It’s stuffy in here!”
The excitement when Fredericka reached up to open a high window.
“Boys! Boys! Let us have less tomfoolery!”
That did it. That took the cake. Fredericka would not change the way she dressed. She wouldn’t change because of a classroom of chauvinistic sex-ridden boys. It’s the boys that needed to change. They needed to learn to produce less testosterone. Tomorrow she would begin such a lesson. She would wear the shortest skirt she could find, and God help any boy who misbehaved.