That's why I like young kids. No 5th Grader would ever do THAT!

STAY IN KINDERGARDEN!!!!!

I wish I had had experiences like that in kindergarden... I remember one of my favorite senior-kindergarden days, when my favorite teacher underwent a metamorphosis. Tall and statuesque to my young eyes, she was the epitome of free-thinking, beauty and inner calm. She had long red-brown curly hair, reaching the backs of her shoulderblades, an aquiline nose, and green-golden eyes cleverly protected by square, tortoise-shell glasses. She had a beautiful laugh, and I thought she could command armies with only a look.
That day, we were to have show-and-tell, the proverbial must in a kinder classroom, where the adults can, for a short period, be certain all the children will sit. No teacher at my school ever decided to participate, but that day was something special. Meta, my teacher, set up a tall wooden screen, to hide herself from us, then emerged from a billowing cloud of incense, her arms covered in gold bangles, her bare ankles ringed by brass bells, her feet vanishing beneath a saffron layer of mystifying swirls and tear-drops (I only much later learned of henna). All the rest of her was swathed beneath a cerulean and gold spangled Sari, expertly donned. Above her brows there hovered a searingly bright red circle, perfectly round, shimmering before her golden skin through the smoke, glowing as she began to dance. Before my eyes, the sphinx-like wise woman I knew had transformed her very essence to become a goddess. I have never forgotten.
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