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Friday, October 18, 2024

My beautiful laundrette



I liked the worn-out feel of this laundry near the hotel where I stayed my first weekend in Oxford.

This afternoon, I went in to make copies for tomorrow's class, and one of the cleaning staff kindly held the elevator for me. He asked if I was late for my class and I said no, that I was just there to make copies, and he said, “You're a teacher?”

Since I'm decades older than most of the students there, I didn't know why that seemed so unlikely. (Cue imposter syndrome kicking in...)

Later I saw myself in the mirror in the ladies room—jeans, old t-shirt, hair damp and disheveled from the long walk to the Upper East Side—and burst out laughing. Yeah, I wouldn't have taken me for a teacher, either. I do dress better when I'm actually teaching.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love the worn browns and textures.

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