hot stuff

So today I truly learned the meaning of scundered. Up until now, I used it in passing but had never felt the utter mortification that the word suggests... now, I can use the word and have an entirely different perspective on the word. I have to give a little bit of background for you to understand my embarrassment. Tomorrow night is our staff 'do' and we are celebrating the music teachers upcoming wedding as well. So, several of the teachers are planning a little performance for her. Everyone had a little thing to get, and I was asked to pick up a big bra. So I went to primark and found a relatively cheap bra. I brought it into school for Julie another P2 teacher to decorate. Which she did. We got a good laugh at the bra when she returned it to me, and she asked me to take it home and stuff it. I set the bag by my classroom computer before leaving that night, and promptly forgot it. I am sure that you can see where this is heading... unfortunately I could not. I said goodbye to James who was preparing for the P7 (roughly 5th graders) confirmation meeting in the PE hall, and headed for home --- thinking nothing of the bra until this morning when I entered my classroom noticing that people had clearly been in my classroom last night. The Christmas chains were down, and chairs were scattered about... I didn't put 2 and 2 together until I asked Maureen a nearby teacher if she had people in her classroom as well... she hadn't but she walked to my classroom with me -- as we surveyed the classroom my eyes landed on the primark bag and the computer with 2 new chairs and the keyboard put up.. ( not the way I had left it). This is when all of the pieces started to come together in my mind and the look of sheer horror fell upon my face... the P7 students (which I work with at least once a week) had been using my classroom the night before while their parents had been in the confirmation meeting... and at least 1 child had been sitting next to the primark bag with the decorated bra that had orange pom poms and the words Hot Stuff glittered across the cups of the bra. Knowing the class that was in my room I have little doubt that they would have looked in the bag, as they had moved things all over the classroom. I stood in utter disbelief.. thinking.. UGHHHHH.... I have been working so hard to connect with these kids... and this is going to be really awkward.. I have to wonder what they would possibly think... I talked to Martina.. and all of the staff had a good laugh in the staff lounge before school. I collected my class and let it go. Around 10:00 we were practicing our Christmas play, and Martina needed someone to cover her class for a few minutes... so I went up to the classroom... a little afraid that some 11 year old boy was going to make some under his breathe comment about hot stuff.. but thankfully none of them acted strangely... I actually don't think that they could keep it to themselves if they had seen it -- they are kind of a bold class... So 11 year old boys aren't making any comments... but you can bet that the teachers will be calling me hot stuff for quite a long time to come. Ah, the memories of this grand adventure... now you can all be scundered for me!