Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Shoulda Called in Stupid...

I had a very stupid week last week. As in, I was very stupid last week. For some reason, my brain decided to go on winter break early, and forgot to take the rest of me. Consider the following evidence:

~~On Monday night, I mixed up my nail polish remover and my eye make-up remover. Luckily, my eye was shut, but it was still red and extremely painful for over an hour. Needless to say, the nail polish remover no longer lives in the bathroom. It has been relocated to across the apartment!

~~On Tuesday, I biked to the gym after work. Followed a satisfying work-out, I walked home, wondered where my bike was, figured it out, then had to go all the way back to the gym for it. An hour later, I biked to my friend Diane's apartment for cell group. On Wednesday morning, I got ready to ride my bike to school, only to find it missing. I then had to walk over to Diane's apartment to retrieve it. Yup, I managed to forget my bike twice in one night!

~~I grabbed the wrong textbook for about three different classes, and the wrong CD on about six separate occasions. The kids were highly amused.

~~On Friday, I attempted to put bread in the toaster, seconds after already putting two slices in the toaster.

~~I almost called home at what would have been three in the morning their time. Thank goodness I caught that mistake in time!

I think the evidence clearly indicates that this teacher is in need of winter break. All in agreement? I thought so.

1 comment:

Matthew Royal said...

I vote for you to have a month-long vacation in the Bahamas. Seconded! The motion passes.

"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"