I took my first sick day today in a Very Long Time, not that I would have been able to get out anyway, as my car is currently buried under [I have no idea how many as I haven't been able to get out with my yardstick but trust me when I say it's a lot] inches of snow. I think I should probably take a sick day tomorrow, too, but oh, the Teacher Guilt--it burns, almost as much as my hot hot eyeballs. But! I must go to school tomorrow, because two students need to make up the test from Monday! And if they don't make up the test tomorrow then I will not be able to give the tests back until Wednesday, and if I make the students wait more than a week to get their tests back they will mutiny! Mutiny! Plus we will fall behind and if my students never become competent French speakers then surely they will be able to trace it back to missing this class! Clearly, I am a failure. A hacking, snotty, disgusting failure. With an immune system constructed out of scotch tape and lisping 90-lb school boys and runty puppies. I mean, why don't you quit loafing around and do your job,
Also, and this may or may not be related to the fact that I haven't left my house in 36 hours and have since watched somewhere in the neighborhood of 12 hours of television, but do you ever feel like you want to fast forward your life to somewhere more interesting, to a place where something actually happens? It's like other people's lives are t.v. shows, and mine is nothing but commercials.