March 2020 SOLC–Day 3
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Today was a no good, very bad, yucky day. The worst one in a long while. I won’t go into details, but the morning was pretty stressful–a typical bumpy Monday laced with extra doses of argument, opposition and negativity. I looked forward to recess, thinking it might be a respite for all of us.
Who was I kidding?
At recess I was on duty, and I was torn in multiple directions. I needed to get back inside to check in with a student whom I’d sent to the office, deal with the report that another one of my students had been enthusiastically dropping the f-bomb around the playground, and shoo a bunch of repeat offenders off the forbidden ice field. The latter was complicated by the fact that I’d worn dress boots that literally cannot walk on ice. Then to make things even more interesting, the cursing student stomped off across the field. Far across the field, the very icy field, and well out of the recess boundaries. For a moment, I wished I could clone myself but then I worried that doing so would merely double my suffering.
In the midst of this not-so-much-fun day I got an e-mail from a friend. “This woman reminds me so much of you, her eyes, the tilt of her head… Could you be related?”
I was intrigued. Would I see the resemblance? What does she think I look like? Then, I clicked on the link and saw the photograph.
I think she meant to send me this:
But she sent me this instead:
I’m still depressed.
I often have a glass of wine in the evening. Tonight when I got home, I made coffee. Then I poured Bailey’s in it. Liberally. That about sums it up.