It's Monday morning-- the first full week of work-- and the weekend flew by so fast that I barely remember it, plus I'm coughing up yellow phlegm and about to lose my voice (and I'll certainly lose it at try-outs this afternoon) and this is most likely because of the mold that's been growing in the humid jungle we call our classrooms, but I know I shouldn't complain, as there are worse things: for example, a case of hemorrhoids growing on my tongue.
This is some really rough stuff, sounds like you're missing our class enough to get the physical complications of severe withdrawal.
ReplyDeleteI understand, it's unlikely the new students will even begin to fill that hole in your heart.
it's true-- although they are very nice-- too nice, in fact, i did the fake walk out thing with "shooting an elephant" and only one class wanted to punish! (although that class was great-- they wanted me to include the words "desertion" and "mutiny" in my write-up, and one girl had her EB handbook out and looked up the repercussions for cutting.
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