As I walk in, coffee in hand, I remember that I did not get the photocopying done that I was supposed to get done. How could I have anyways? With the 30 minutes I had free the day before, I spent 27 of them emailing parents back. Oh well, the kids don't need a worksheet for homework, do they?
Moments before the kids begin to tramp up the stairs, I decide to get some morning work up. I need something for they to do while they wait for the first class to begin. how about a writing assignment? Sure.
As they walk in the door I think, "wow I feel tall today." I am glad I wore these raspberry "sex in the city" heals. While they may be uncomfortable, they add a bit of flair into my typical teacher outfit. Ahh, and the day begins.
