Drugs didn't work..

... sick day it is.  My work load may increase, but at least I get to sleep late in the morning.  And those detailed lesson plans are sitting on my desk for someone to try and follow.  Hopefully no snot stains will be found on them from my dripping nose.  Gross, right?!  Good luck to my substitute tomorrow!

It's that time of year...

... for my winter season cold.  The problem with getting sick and being a teacher is missing work.  Most people would take the opportunity to lay on the couch, watch the tube, sleep, sleep and sleep some more.  But teachers... we have to write a detailed explanation of our working day so someone else can manage all those little bodies that rely on us five days a week.  When it comes down to a "sick day", we teachers ask ourselves, "How sick am I REALLY?"  Because writing those substitute plans for someone else to do your job that day is a pain in the ass.  And when you come back from your day on the couch, it just means you have double the work to catch up on.  So how sick am I really?  We'll see when I wake up in the morning.  Maybe my head won't feel like it's going to explode.  I made it through the day today.  I can do it one more day, right?  Drugs.  That's the answer!

Kids say the darndest things!

The bulletin board surrounding my school's elementary office has been converted to a "Wonder Wall".  Kids write questions about things they wonder.  Questions such as "How many stars are in the sky?" and "What sound does a fox make?" are written in kids' handwriting across this board.  One question that popped up was "Why is Ms. P so happy?"  As I walked through the hall this week, unseen by two Grade 5 girls, I heard this conversation:

Ten year old girl reading the Wonder Wall: Why is Ms. P so happy?

Her friend in a pre-teen tone: Because she has a husband.

Of course.  Why didn't I know that? :)