Last night I came home from school feeling like death. I ached all over, every muscle every joint. And my throat felt like it was shrinking and a little on fire. I somehow made it through the school day, but just barely. However, I think it was thanks to my students' weird/clever sense of humor that I was able to survive till the buses left at three o'clock...
Student: Mrs. W, what would you do if you were sleeping in a locked room, and I put a cat on your face?
Student: Actually....a wet cat....
Me: Did someone do this to you?
Student: No, I was just curious to know what you'd do.
Somedays, I love my job. Despite the fact that I teach germy little nose pickers who get me sick, I love it.