Teaching
the Class
Teaching the Class
By Joanna Lowrey I am an engineering graduate student and my husband and I are taking a class together at 7:30 in the morning. A friend comes to the school to watch our 7-month-old boy, Cullen, while we are in class, and I often talk to her about the joys of breastfeeding. One morning we were discussing modesty and how I have lost some of my sensitivity because I breastfeed on demand and that often means in public. I had gotten to school early to feed the baby before class and then realized I was running late. I unlatched Cullen (who was finished eating, and now just playing with my breast), handed him to my friend, grabbed my bag, and ran down to class. As I walked in, I noticed one of the guys in the front staring at my chest with a funny look on his face. I sat down next to my husband, leaned over and asked him why people were staring at my chest. He looked down himself and just started laughing, so I looked down and realized I had forgotten to "put myself together" before I went to class. Luckily, I had pulled my bra back up but the first and last buttons on my shirt were the ONLY ones fastened. And I didn't even blush. |
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