I almost laughed out loud during silent reading yesterday. Not at my book. Not because the kid at the table in front of me was laughing at his book.
I almost laughed out loud during silent reading yesterday because of all the sounds I hear. Sniff. Cough. Sneeze. Blow.
It is the fourth week of school and cold season has descended upon us.
I made my own contributions to the Congestion Symphony. I’m in the trumpet section, rising frequently for a kleenex. There is a choreography of sorts as students get up for a tissue, blow, put the tissue in the trash can,, then return to their seats. Some rise only one; some are frequent flyers. Perhaps I should call it the Congestion Ballet instead.
The over-the-counter medication I brought to school wasn’t doing much. I could have added moans and groans over the sinus pain I felt, but I’m the adult in the room and I am trying to be a good role model.
Today, I am bringing the out-of-date prescription decongestant I have in my bathroom cupboard, a relic from a more serious illness a few years ago. They might be out of date, but they still work.
Today, I am hoping to not be part of the audience. I am sure there will be someone new to take up my spot with the horns, so I can listen to the symphony and watch the ballet.
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