Dear Girl From Another Section:
I love sandals, you love sandals, we all seem to love sandals, even though the classroom thermostat is set somewhere between "chilly" and "Antarctic." You want to wear flip-flops? Be my guest.
You want to take off your flip-flops while you tuck your feet into your chair? Not hurting anyone.
What I don't get is why you felt the need to pick at your toes during class this morning. Please clean your feet before you come to school. Please. That's all I'm asking. I don't care what you wear, but for heaven's sake, I don't want to watch you mine for gold. My breakfast is still digesting.
Just a thought.
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