Day 9

This morning I found myself at my desk earlier than usual. I made a cup of coffee. I did the Wordle, and of course Connections. I listened to music while I read the news. Quiet time to reflect and be alone with myself and the skeletons of my dreams. I opened my email, perhaps today my transfer to Hogwarts would come (although I suspect that is usually sent by owl.) I had the normal amount of emails reminding me to do things I do daily and all of the arbitrary new policies I should be adhering to. And then... an apology email from a student for not being able to take the quiz today as they would be absent. I FORGOT I HAD SCHEDULED A QUIZ! I had just minutes to craft a quiz that included excerpts from "Brutus" and "Federalist 10". I also had promised "Declaration of Independence" and a bit of "Preamble" as well. I wrote the quiz hurriedly and the substance was there for I feel as if I am but a fourth author of the Federalist Papers. Alas, the intricacies of the details were askew. For example I had two correct answers for one of the multiple choice questions, and I had called it Federalist v. Federalist, rather than Federalist v. Anti-Federalist. I am but an artist that sees visions of color and form, but I am cursed with hands that shake from a lifetime of angrily shaking them at clouds. I didn't care. I gave the quiz anyway.

After the quiz we went to pick up our books in a lightning storm, and then competed to see how many kids we could fit in an elevator. The record today was 13.

I had a very unnerving lunch. Some great dishes get names, like "Beef Wellington" or "Lobster Thermidor". I feel my lunch was so terrible that it also deserved a name. I call it, "The Promise of Youth and Reality". The rejected name is simply "Family Reunion". I will leave a picture of it below.