I woke at twenty minutes to eight this morning. That is not good since I am usually up by five-thirty and at work by seven. Luckily, I don’t have to be at work until eight, at which time I am to be standing in front of my class line, saluting the flag with my students. I flew out of bed and raced through the house doing all of my essential morning things. I ran through the shower, brushed two of my teeth, jumped into whatever clothes were handy, ran around in circles looking first for my shoes, then for my keys — and finally dove into my car and shot for school. At school the parkinglot was full. As I circled looking for a spot, I saw my class standing on the playground in their regulation stright line — too straight. I looked again. The principal was with them — probably asking where their teacher was. None of the other classes remained on the playground.
I parked in the furtherest parking space from the school and ran for my classroom. Of course the gate was locked. I had to dig through my purse for the keys. As I ran through the hall — clearly forbidden — the bell rang and I woke.
Yep. Woke. It was my alarm. The time was five-thrity a.m., and I was so exhausted from all the hurry, worry and stress I could barely bring myself to leave my bed. Worst of all — I had to get ready for work all over again. Bleh.
Some Blogger News:
My sister, Jackie, has been found alive and well in Iowa. Check out her post at Jackie’s Garden.
And Tom, of Tom’s Rhetoric, known to many as Just Tom, master of creativilty and eloquence, is making his guest appearance at Belle of the Brawl today. He’s got some very interesting things to say. Go by Sentational Sar’s place and check them out.