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Instead of running a final dress rehearsal at school and getting the kids psyched up for a show in two hours, I'm on the couch at home with a pan of rice pudding cooking on the stove and a cup of mint tea at my side.
Here's what my car door looked like after the icy drive home:
A baseball game got rescheduled to tomorrow afternoon, so the in-school performance had to be moved as well. Now we'll do that on Friday, I'll run a drama field trip Friday night, and the evening show performance will be Monday night.
I was looking forward to being done with after school things this weekend, but it's probably a good thing for my students to have a few more days to rehearse and my immune system to have a few more days to recover since I keep having incidents like this:
Me: Okay, everybody, cir- interrupted by coughing fit. Cir- coughing fit. Cir- coughing fit. I gesture my index finger in a circling move above my head. -up on sta- coughing fit. I point at the stage.
My TA: Standing next to me, shaking his head. Poor Waterhouse.