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I’ve just found out that one of the Year 7 girls I’ve been teaching for almost a month is actually a boy.

I hasten to add that I didn’t carry a physical check to establish this fact, the clarification came out through a conversation I was having with other teachers. They had also mistaken him for a her (one teacher had even referred to him as a “she” when talking to the other students and he was not in the slightest bit amused)

I think he/she needs to cut his/her very long hair if he/she wants to avoid being seriously emotionally screwed up by all the teasing he/she will endure as the other kids also start wondering what gender he/she is.

I expect him/her to look very different in a short while. Then again, maybe not…

Comments

I'm not even supposed to be here today said…
I like long hair, and I think when you're young is a good time to do it... you know? Before you have to go out and get a JOB?

But, you gotta have a manly enough face to pull it off! I'm guessing this child has an androgenous name as well. Maybe a nickname is in order! Rocko?
Thursday, 29 September, 2005
I'm not even supposed to be here today said…
You're getting spam - time to add word verification like everyone else!!
Sunday, 02 October, 2005
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