Thursday, January 17, 2008


Yesterday afternoon, the phone rang.

It was Sir Rowland's principal. OYE.

All was well, although I was certain she was going to lodge a complaint. She did not.

Instead she asked me to take over the 3-4 year old class on choir night.

I said..."sure, no problem"

After I hung up the phone I was like "why did I do that?"

The good news is, I survived. Frankly between the trips to the bathroom, and hand washing, we did not get much else done.

Who knew washing hands in an unfamiliar sink could be deemed as the favorite activity of the night?

Not me.

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