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it was just one of those days

i woke up bright and early this morning so i would be on time to meet the carpool group. i can't turn on all the lights in my room when i'm getting ready, because i share a room with hanna banana. she's still sound asleep at that time, so i try to be quiet and get everything done without waking her up.

this morning i found my long kahki school pants, and i decided to wear a green shirt that is slightly billowy but tapers in at the waist and elbows. i also grabbed the nearest jacket, because my classroom is freezing. i can sometimes see my breath in the morning. yes, it's that bad. i ran out the door of my house, sat in my car, and got where i needed to go and taught a full day's worth of classes. during my prep hour, which is the last hour of the day, i was chatting to the principal in her office. i was playing with the top of my shirt with my fingers when I felt something that usually is not in the front. that's right folks - this morning i slipped on my shirt and didn't even notice i had put it on backwards. i had taught 5 classes with it that way, i had chatted to the superintendent, and had a meeting with the principal. i wonder how many of them noticed my inability to dress myself correctly. i also wonder if my jacket covered up my shirt a bit.

it gets better too. i found the closest faculty bathroom and went inside to turn my shirt around. while i was switching the shirt around the door proceeded to open and a lady walked in. i am sure i meant to lock the door, but apparently it really didn't happened that way.

dear brain,

you're welcome to come back to me tomorrow.

thanks,

a

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