I always talk about how I expect the unexpected. What
am I talking about?
It was a relaxing Monday morning. Since I didn't
travel this weekend and I don't have to plan lessons
for the week because of a conference I slept in until
nine and relaxed. When Nastia ran frantically in at
11:30, I was still in my pajamas under heaps of
blankets half reading, half napping.
"You need to go into school! Take this book to Enna
and this bag to Deema at the store!"
"Do I need to work?"
"I don't know!"
So I jumped up and started to get ready. Because I
didn't really know what to expect when I got there I
had to wear work cloths and put on make-up. I rushed
around my room, throwing books in my bag and searching
for my dictionary just in case.
I ran out the front gate and made it to the store in
record time to drop off the bag. I ran into school
and a teacher was waiting for me. "Did you bring the
book?" Yes. She took me up the back stairway and we
walked down the long hall to Enna's classroom.
"Do you have a meeting with Crazy Organization Lady?"
"No. It's Monday. We have never met on Monday and
never planned to meet on Monday."
"Well, she thought you had a meeting today. Go home."
Crazy Organization Lady has my phone number. In our
last meeting I clearly stated ten times that we would
meet two weeks from that day, Wednesday. She wrote it
down.
So I walked home. Home to plan my Ecology of the
Black Sea speech. Not really. But I still haven't
gotten out of that. At least I got some exercise.
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