Weekly Wrap Up

My week started well enough--I managed to make serious strides with some kids who up until now were hell-bent on on disrupting not only their education, but the learning of the entire class. As the principal sat in the back of the room, I was nervous she would think the noise level was out of control. It was loud, but it was a good loud--kids laughing and shouting out as they competed to figure out the central idea of a text, kids going back and forth with peers on what details mattered and which ones didn't.

The sound of learning, music to my ears.

After school, I peeked into her office to let her know that was the best day I have ever had with that particular group and how excited I was to see them eager to learn and figure things out.

"You're a saint," was her reply. Then, we had a good chuckle.

The rest of the week, well, that's another story.

Courtesy of a 24-hour pukey flu on Tuesday-Wednesday (yes, that's the official term for what I had), I had to cancel a model lesson for a teacher at the last minute--and during my all-morning preparation for that, the printer jammed. I also had to miss a much anticipated and needed dinner with my writing circle that night and cancel a planning session with a teacher the next day. I hate canceling on people. Hate. It.

Then, I sliced my thumb open Wednesday opening my Prime Pantry box.

Next, on Thursday, I poured boiling water all over the other hand when I was draining noodles.

Friday, I thought I dropped the contact for my left eye (one I had just opened 2 days ago), so I opened another new one and plopped it in my eye. But, my eye felt weird, so I took it out. It still felt weird--as if something was in it. I couldn't see anything, but after a little fishing expedition, I dug out the bent over contact I thought I had dropped. Who manages to put 2 contacts into one eye? Total Annmarie move.

But, the icing on the cake came when I made a restroom run before a training only to discover I had put my underwear on inside out. Those inside-out skivvies pretty much summed up my week.

I made John get me pizza last night. I figured I deserved a little carb/cheese overload. Plus, I was too afraid to handle any hot or sharp objects.

All these things are signs for me--signs I need to pay attention. Or signs I need to invest in bubble wrap.







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