What Fresh Hell?
Or, first week back to teaching, a review.
Day One: Used wrong book to plan new sixteen week course. Didn’t notice until AFTER I sent to copy center.
Day Two: Walked into men’s room instead of women’s. Didn’t notice until I saw the urninals.
Day Three: Left purse in teacher’s lounge. Didn’t notice until hunting for car key.
What fresh hell will be visited on me tomorrow?
Or I can look on the sunny side. Corrected syllabus before distributing to students, nobody was actually using a urinal, and the secretary kept my purse under her desk until I hunted it down.
So maybe not hell. Maybe just another day.