Happy 4th Anniversary!

I love you, Hubby!

6:50 - 7:20: Drive to work. No time for coffee.
7:30 - 8:10: Staff meeting. Present a 20-minute lesson based on Marzano's work.
8:25-10:30: 1st period, then Advisory. Set up a few more conference appointments.
10:30 - 11:30: Write referral, contact parent(s) x 5. Attempt to work, only to get pulled into other drama. Get nothing of my own done. (Sorta my fault. Sorta.)
11:30 - 11:55: Get pizza for lunch meeting. Set up room.
11:55 - 12:27: Lunchtime "Student Voice Seminar" in my room. Chow down on pizza while leading meeting. No time to sit. Thankfully, students cleaned up so room was ready for third period.
12:27 - 3:20: 3rd and 4th period. Emailing back and forth with parents.
3:20 - 3:45: Find out I'm double-booked for conferences. Debrief with principal and student per referral from earlier. Eat one more piece of pizza. Leave the other one for my one and only scheduled break in conferences at 6:45. Cherish the thought of that one last piece of cold, cheesy Hot-n-Ready Little Caesar's. Get ready for conferences.
3:45: Student-led conferences start (20 minute appointments each). I had 13 scheduled; one no-show. Due to double-scheduling, extra time spent with kid who plagiarized, and talking shop with freshman parents, no break was had!
4:00: Realize I have to go to the bathroom.
4:15: Voice totally lost due to several coughing fits and fear of collapsed lung. Drinking plenty of water to help cough is not helping my need to pee.
6:30: Only break scheduled disappeared due to double-booking. Tried to escape to pee but crowd of parents clogged my escape route. Student finds small number of ants in middle of classroom floor; an uncommon site in my classroom. I'm surprised but think nothing of it.
6:45: Behind schedule. Hands dry from washing them so many times. Hope I don't give too many germs away.
8:15: Last family leaves. Finally can go pee. ...
Throat is throbbing, headache from coughing. My stomach had been growling for two hours. Oh yeah! The pizza! Turn off all lights, grab my stuff, chug some cough syrup, and make my way via cell phone glow to my back door. Grab that piece of pizza in the dark and take a bite. Doesn't taste right. Turn on back light to discover that ants beat me to it. Ah! Ants in my mouth! Now I'm almost puking AND coughing. Wash my mouth out a dozen times. Still starving but now imagining ant parts stuck in my teeth.

Call Hubby and find out that a school that a couple friends work at halfway burned down. No one was hurt, but much of the school was lost.

At least, at the end of the day, I can say that I'd rather have ants in my mouth.

(Side note: still horribly sick, as many of us are. And still can't talk. Hubby has been praying for this day for years.)

No offense intended for any of my vegan or vegetarian friends. :)