She’s Going. Period.

(This happens in high school. We are in an all-girls choir called Bel Canto. One day, we are on the stage practicing for that night’s talent show when one girl asks to use the bathroom. The instructor, who is male, gives her permission, but she starts going back to the music room.)

Instructor: “Hey! That’s the wrong way! The bathroom’s that way!”

Classmate: “I need to get something out of my purse…”

Instructor: “Oh! Don’t tell me! Continue.”