Madonna circa 1985

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Today was a Madonna day. I'm not saying it was a good thing or a bad thing, it was just a thing. Frizzy hair, pale skin, grown out roots and obnoxiously red lipstick. My roommate kept looking at me in shock after she hadn't seen me for a few minutes and compared my "new look" to getting plastic surgery. I figured this would take some getting used to. I sported all black today and thought my glamours pout made up for the lack of effort in all other areas. Tommorrow is the first day back at work after the holday break. I am a little anxious about what my students and fellow teachers will have to say. I teach all international students so I am sure they will not be shy about making comments, regardless of their nature. I think in some parts of the world where the climate is dry and the culture is conservative red lips are a tell tale sign of a prostitute. Hopefully none of my students are from such cultures, it could make lessons a bit awkward. Hopefully my bosses won't have a problem with it, but in an office culture where jeans are acceptable attire I am pretty sure this will fly too.
Suudelma!