Sometimes it happens. You end your workout late, which means you get into the shower late. You dawdle and then can't find your keys to start the car. After a long search, you are already ten minutes late for work. Then you get pulled over in the construction zone, causing you to be another ten minutes late (and get a lovely ticket). You get to work frustrated and teary (which unfortunately didn't help with the cop in the slightest) and expect to be a horror to your coworkers/students/clients. Surprisingly, you have a great amount of patience and are rather nice, but not happy. Then you get this note and picture from an 8-year-old that says this:
Dear Mrs. B,
I have kid's tums and I just want to tell you that I am
not going to sare (share) them!
Love B,
P.S. Your the dest (best) techer in the world
And it makes the day a little brighter.

(I like this picture because "the girls" are huge!)
2 comments:
Did you seriously get a ticket?
Sorry about the ticket!!! That stinks!! Glad your kids came through for you though and made it a better day!
Mom
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