I have a coffee mug that says Charm School Dropout. Every time I see it, I smile to recall that I did go to Charm School once, back in the sixth grade. The school was a three-hour Saturday session sponsored by Goldsmith’s Department Store. I remember only one thing they taught us – how to put on a coat gracefully like a runway fashion model. It’s been a useful skill, but I doubt it has made me charming. Life has done that.
by Diane Clark
From: Friday Flash Fiction