Absence Makes the Heart Grow Prouder
Miss Eyre had to go home sick a few days ago, something that throws quite a bit of a monkey wrench into one's day when one is a teacher. At an office job, most likely you'd just tell the boss, send an e-mail, maybe cancel an appointment or two, and be out the door. But here's my "oh God I can't take it anymore I HAVE to go home" routine:1.) Send a note to the secretary to see who's available to cover;
2.) Hide anything interesting in my classroom;
3.) Track down two reliable students from my afternoon classes to serve as student aides for the unfortunate ATR
