Monday, May 10, 2004

Sent Home

Being a teacher without a voice means you might as well not be a teacher.

And that's me today. The best I can get at is a high pitch croak or a whisper if I really draw all my abdominal muscles and project from my diaphragm. My voice box is shot by the cough.

So, my boss sends me home, well, chased me more like it, brandishing a book at me and shooing me out of her office.

Now, I'm home again, in the middle of a sweltering afternoon, playing with the new tools that blogspot has put up.

Ondine tossed this thought in at 16:34

1 thoughts...

1 thoughts...

At 9:45 am Blogger Tym said...

A boss that sends you home when you're sick? 'Tis a miracle!


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