I didn't go to the YMCA this morning,
and I will be paying the penalty.
I worked on blogging yesterday afternoon,
and didn't make copies of handouts for
my AP U.S. History class, and I had to drive
into work at 5:50am to beat the rush to
the copy machine. Robin, a grey-haired
old teacher from L.A., with a Masters in
"something", which she is always willing to
tell anyone who's willing to listen, was
there before 6:30am on the copy machine.
I had to take the slower of the two. At least
it works. I'm going to irritated all day today,
and my first period is really "slow", bad
at attendence, wandering in, and will want
to know whats going on. "Tell me again the
instructions, I didn't listen to you," will
be the call of the students for the first
hour. I need some coffee.