Over The Sugar Hill Gang

So a student comes in to make up a test (Trust me, it’s the best way to start a day—a kid actually showing up to resolve missing work) and as he’s waiting for me to get the testing materials together, he makes a comment about my antiquated attire, especially my shoes.

“What? I thought dressing ‘old school’ was the new school?” I respond.

“If you’re young, it is,” he shoots back.

My laughter is his cue to continue.

“You can’t be new school if you graduated.”

“I can dig it.”

His eyes roll as I hand him his test.