New Moon

I saw girl butt for the first time today. I was in my prep period today and five girls came it to chat about the musical I am the choreographer for. On the way out, something sparked one student to show the other student her butt. Don't understand it but I was caught in the line of sight. I was shocked - stunned - I am sure I turned bright red. After talking with her teacher, we decided it would be a good idea for me to talk with the vice principal about the incident. So I did. He called her down. I didn't want to be there when she came. Discipline isn't my forte. I disappeared in the attendance office for a minute or two. When I thought the coast was clear, I made my way back through the main office. But my timing was off - she was there. She was in a chair outside of the vice-principal's office bawling her eyes out. I felt horrible. Its six hours later and its still eating me up inside. Being a part of all that hurt she felt is hard for me to swallow. If I could, I'd rather not tell anyone about the incident to save her all the hardship. But that's not right. I hate that what I did is better for her. I hate that I had to be a part of her learning the hard way. I hate that I felt like being a single male teacher means I couldn't put my arm around her shoulder after the whole experience. But that's another rant for another day. Today, I just have to cope with the fact that the right thing hurts sometimes. (Even in writing that I find myself asking why)