Wedgies.

We all have them from time to time. Some are worse than others. My grade eleven physics teacher was a sweet, well-rounded (literally) man. He often reminded me of a beach ball in pants. And--he ALWAYS had a wedgie; I called it the "Perpetual Wedgie".

Today was a wedgie day for me, so naturally I recalled Mr. V, physics teacher. It must have been terrible to know that you have a Perpetual Wedgie while explaining that distance over time gives you speed. Sigh. Now that I've taught for a couple years, I cringe at the thought of all the snickers and smirks people gave Mr. V.

Personally, I was always fond of him. He was a nice guy, plain and simple. Plus, he once found a melodramatic poem in my physics notebook and didn't make fun of me or read it aloud to the class.

So, while walking down University Dr., thinking about my wedgie and whether it was safe to rectify it or not I remembered you Mr. V and I salute you for the bravery of teaching high school with that kind of condition.

P.S. I cannot think of a discreet way to fix a wedgie. Anyone have any suggestions?