Last night I had my English 315 evening class. As usual, I was on campus an hour before, making copies, getting supplies, etc. I was running all over the place. And, let me tell you, my feet were gettin' HOT. I WAS wearing wool socks and knee-high leather boots underneath silk-lined wool pants. I kept thinking "Dang, my feet are hot! I don't think I can teach like this. I don't think I can stand another second of this! I'll just buy some new shoes at the bookstore--no. No, that is ridiculous. I can make it. I can't just go buy shoes...." So I tried to veer away from the shoe area of the bookstore, but my hot little feet just carried me there. So I bought some shoes. They are black flats with a bow on the toe. I might have purchased different ones, but my hot feet and legs were constricting my ability to concentrate. I just needed to get something FAST. So I bought them and returned to my office, where I peeled off the sweaty boots and socks, stuffed them in a bag under my desk, and left to teach.
I am sort of notorious for making these kinds of impulse purchases. I am just always so grateful for the proximity and lovely selection of the BYU bookstore. I don't know what I would do without it. On days when my hair is ugly, I buy a new bobble as a pick-me-up. On days when I hate my outfit, I just go get a new one! You'd be surprised by how many days I have that are like this.
Class went well, by the way, as a direct result of my cool feet.