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.

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