 She then asked me if I would please take my boots and place them outside the door of the school building and leave them there until it was time to go home. But what took the edge off the incident was the way she looked at me as she handed me the boots. It was as if her expression toward me was, Scott, it's okay and I understand. That gave me the courage to come back to class unashamed and no one ever said anything to me about those boots.