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.
We all have such moments… I think sometimes you have to laugh and just keep going.
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Yeah. Today’s gonna be great. Mostly because it’s the last day of the work week;-)
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Oh, Cindy. I hope today is a much better day for you! Hut keep your sense of humor close…. just in case!
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Just hang in there! I know how it feels, when everything goes the total opposite you’d like to.
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