Photo: Stina Stockholm, Flickr Creative Commons
Do you ever have one of those days when it feels like you were meant to shoot yourself in the face, but you didn't and to punish your insolence, Fate decides to make everything about your morning turn into a series of snapshots of what Hell would be like?
Yeah, me neither, but my morning sure did suck. By the time I finally got to my classroom (after the students already had their tardy bell and with the assistant principal standing in my doorway from after having unlocked the door for them) I'd already dealt with missing toothpaste, poorly timed and seemingly endless amounts of urine, and a screaming child having to be pried from my leg. I'm not easily rattled, but I've been off my game all day. I should have skipped drinking the coffee that I somehow managed not to forget. By the time break rolled around and I went in to check the restroom for smokers more than an hour and a half after I got to work, I realized that my hands were shaking.