The first two weeks

They've been relatively uneventful, considering I'm back in the classroom for the first time in 9 years. I'm far from saying I have perfect kids, but who does? I just hope they continue to be as good as they've been--and a few are better.

Hilarity:

If you've been in my situation--being out-numbered by men for half your life--you've lived this scenario. You've awakened in the middle of the night and, after weighing the options of either being blinded permanently by turning on the lights in the bathroom or groping your way to the toidy, you decide you'll just take the temporary blindness and grope. You make it and proceed to sit, only to decide on your way down that someone removed the toidy while you've slept because you're dropping farther than normal. Just when you think you're going to fall into an abyss where the throne used to be, you smack the rim--one inch below where it's supposed to be because some dear forgot to lower the seat.

Well, today I attempted to open the door to the women's room with my back, I began to have that same dread, only with the door itself. I continued backing and pushing air, getting this sinking feeling that I was about to step off the edge of the world. Then I heard, "Whoops!" Sharon was behind me, prepared to catch. (It wouldn't have been pretty, either. Sharon would have been a greasy spot.) She said, "It's OK. No-one-else-saw. I had a front-row seat." I replied, "You almost WERE the front-row seat."