The joy and indeed the privilege of receiving an education

Seeing as I'm getting all personal and stuff, and also to celebrate my 20th post, I thought I'd dedicate this entry especially to all the teachers who read this, to all the mothers and to any person who has ever had a mother, also to all the women who've ever worn lipstick. Also, this is to all high school janitors who may be reading and to anyone who has ever kissed anything. HOPEFULLY, dear reader (Loesil) you fall somewhere into that list... you don't need to mention where ;o)

According to a news report, a certain school in Garden City, Miami was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the washroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. (Bless!)

Every night, the maintenance man would remove them and the next day, the girls would put them back. Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. He called all the girls to the washroom and met them there with the maintenance man. He explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, he asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required.

He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.

THE MORAL OF THIS STORY:
There are teachers, and then there are Educators