A Woman's Right to Shoes

It is Thursday and I have made it through two weeks of teaching...so far, so good. In these two weeks I have made some lunch buddies, got a few chesmsos (gossips), given out many detentions, and even have a few followers. Seriously, these girls are always like, "Ms. Forgacs I love your clothes, Ms. Forgacs I like your handwriting, and Ms. Forgacs your shoes are great!"

Speaking of the shoes, yes I bought a new pair of brown heels...you see I have this great pair from Italy being held hostage in Adrian, MI. So in the meantime I needed a pair to fill the void...they are my new favorites. I have been wearing them a lot, and I constantly am told, "Gosh you are SO tall." As if I don't already know this! I think I am starting to obtain a tall complex. I hate it so much. It doesn't help either that I live in Mexicanland where everyone is like 4ft tall. Even last weekend when I hung out with the teacher buds and Rob Thomas...I was being call a "TALL drink of water!" The only stylish shoes I can find that I like are heels and now I'm being singled out for attempting to be fashionable! All this stuff reminded me of that Sex and the City episode...A Woman's Right to Shoes. I am being shoe shamed here!