A-choo!

So I have a cold. I got it from Scott, who probably got it from one of my students' germs that I carry home with me daily. So although I did not get it then, I have it now, and it stinks.

Teaching is not the kind of job to have when you have a cold. You're not sick enough to call in (that requires plague like symptoms due to the amount of work involved with sub plans) so you go, suck it up, breath through your mouth, blow your nose, and try to behave like everything is fine.

To top matters off I have a student, who every time I sneeze (which is over and over and over again) repeats "God bless you...KAZUNTIGHT!" Which was cute the first time, but the 100 millionth time just makes it that much harder to pretend like everything is fine. Because what kind of teacher says "okay...that's ENOUGH manners. Next person that says "bless you" misses recess!"

So today, day two of my cold, was also day one for our program practice (the big show is tomorrow night) and, since it was the first practice, everything was chaotic. So now, I'm sneezing, blowing, breathing through my mouth and trying to keep my kids entertained while we go over confusing things. It was probably NOT my favorite day of the year. At one point, I had 45 students to myself, spread across a gym with no music, no help, and one of my darlings decided that was a good time to boss me around and distract his row by making silly faces. I pulled him aside and said "each time you mess around a little more of my patience is used up, and now I have none left. You need to be absolutely perfect for me to get back to normal" and the poor guy listened, calmed down, acted fine, and at the end of the day said "Mrs. Ward, is your patience refilled yet?" :)

Also, at recess, three of my little girls were playing under a tree, and got pooped on by a bird. We have not laughed that hard all year. It's something I can honestly say has NEVER happened in my teaching career before :)