Getting used to having students again…

I'm not used to running into my students on campus. As I wrote before, it's been 2 years since I've taught undergrads. Forgetting to take this into account, I went to the gym this afternoon in workout pants that are just a wee bit too short to be full-length pants and a bit too long to be Capri pants. With these pants, I wore a very wrinkled (but clean!) t-shirt. Not that I usually dress up to go the gym, but I was looking particularly disheveled today.

Before I even get to the locker room, I see one. A student, that is. I emerge from the locker room with my mp3 player in its "holster". And by holster, I mean sports bra. In defense of this practice, keep in mind that I usually run outside. At night. I see another student right when I realized where I'm storing my tunes. I immediately think about, uh, retrieving it. Luckily I think twice; digging around in one's sports bra to fish out an mp3 player is not something to be done in front of other people. At least not when I'm walking in front of the cardio equipment.

I learned this lesson a few years ago when I lived a different apartment building with quite a few older tenants. My convenient mp3 player holder is often also sometimes used for storing my keys. I recall searching for them in front of the door to the building one night after a run. I say searching, because they decided to shift during my run. Somewhere. Now, these were the days of a bigger sports bra, so it took a minute or so to locate them. There was an older lady sitting outside, presumable to enjoy the warm summer night. I'm not sure what the lady thought I was doing; as she said, "that's disgusting. Absolutely disgusting". Diving for down my shirt for my keys/mp3player/cell phone is best done in private, I've concluded. Btw, my key was under my arm. In case you wanted to know.