It is so hard to lecture when I feel as if I have knives in my throat.
I'm done teaching for the day, so I'm going to cancel office hours, go home, brew some tea, and grade essays until my eyes also feel as if they have knives in them.
Wish I could just lay around and read or watch TV. Wouldn't that be great?
Therein lies the difference between olympic athletes (who train and complete through all sorts of pain and illness) and me*.
*Or, perhaps, I should say one of the many, many differences.
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Oh, GEW. I'm sending tea-and-honey thoughts to your throat. I don't know a good remedy for the eyes, but maybe that glitter pen would come in handy about now to make the grading a teensy bit less unpleasant?
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(See, glitter!)
Hugs.
Or, as word verification says, "tryabric."
Try a brick?
Just stick the pen IN your eyeballs. The glitter would be lovely flecks of sparkly with your shiny knives. And get one of those trolls for the end so you can add some fuzzies to the mix.
Have you forgot about the curling teams?
jc
I suggest that the Herky Club sponsors some training time for you...just promise to wear some Club Herky gear and consider sitting on the couch watching some tv as quality training time, you'd be supporting the team!
I hope you feel better SOONEST!
You are completely allowed to feel sorry for yourself. Spike that tea with a wee dram of Whiskey and toast to the Irish today. Gotta love the Irish--they put booze in everything.
ps: word verification: chwambo. WTF? Sounds like a Wonka bar.
CT and JC, I took your advice. You should SEE my eyeballs!
Dr. No., Club Herky gear? Hmmm. Does that mean a cheerleading outfit? Leotard? Unitard?
Momma, Thank you Auntie 'Em!
TKW, Brilliant advice! And thank you for the encouragement of self-pity. We mothers get very little support of that kind.
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