At the end of every school year, every student goes through burnout, but no one flames out half as badly as the teachers. By the last week, makeup was no longer a priority for me.
(As she entered the room…)
D’Avonte: (looking me over) “Ohhhh, UHHHH-UHHHH, you best go over to your closet, honey…take OUT your purse, and put something on your face, because if you think I’m listening to any of your crap about math right now, with you looking like that, you are sadly mistaken.”
Me: “Hey, you’re being mean.”
D’Avonte: “Honey, I am saving you from yourself. Where IS your lipstick? Where IS your dignity?”