I overheard a student drop an “F” bomb the other day. While it is not shocking, I began thinking about my dirty mouth. I may seem like a sweet and innocent girl, but I have picked up a bad habit of swearing. I don’t need to be the one to tell you, but teachers shouldn’t swear in the presence of their students. Which means, I have to “clean it up” the moment I walk into my classroom. No fun, huh?
As I was thinking, I realized that I have really cut out my swearing. Good for me! I have only dropped one “oh, shit” all year. Whoop, whoop!
Then I began to think about my conversations with my friends. Holy, smart-ass. Yep, that’s me. My last chat with Ashley definitely consisted of a few “choice words.” I like to add them for affect. It’s all in good fun; what can I say? Ash and I are good at swearing and laughing.
What I have come to realize is that I have a remarkable filter. I know when to shut off my four letter words and when I am allowed to turn them back on. I guess that makes me a smartie.
My advice to all of you with dirty mouths: clean them up (when necessary).
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