September, ahhh, my favorite month. I have always had a love of September-- marching band, walks in the woods with my dad, birthday presents. In college it was the start of a new semester, the start of new friendships, the start of new art history classes. Popular culture has a penchant for it, from Earth, Wind, and Fire, to Harvey Schmidt and Tom Jones. Even in my "adult" life I still am excited about September. Mostly.
The cooling temperatures, the crisp leaves, the runny noses, the coughing, the hand sanitizer... any teacher knows what I'm talking about. After a few blessed healthy weeks, it happens. You sneeze. Your throat is itchy. Suddenly your sunny outlook on the new school year is replaced with a foggy haze of congestion. As if overnight, those cheerful and adorable five-year-olds become germ-ridden transmitters of doom.
Like the Loverboy classic, I am indeed working for the weekend. When my immune system is invaded by these super-strength strains of strep throat and the common cold, my dangling cheese is snatched away from me until the next weekend. So dear chicos and chicas, I warn you. This week, I will be prepared with my Germ-X, Clorox Wipes, and Lysol Disinfectant. We will have a discussion about the transmission of germs. Glitter will make an appearance. You will not be able to rid yourself of the glitter. Soon the glitter will ruin your life, invading your Hot Pocket or covering your rest mat. The germ:glitter analogy may be lost on you, dear five-year-olds, but I WILL have my weekend back.
Love, Your Fearless Leader.
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