I dialed the school equivalent of 911 from my desk yesterday. Actually, I dialed 300, which linked me up to the main receptionist. I needed first aid, and calling my favourite redhead in the front office was my only hope. If today’s post sounds overly dramatic, it’s probably because I am so relieved the diploma…
Tag: my weird life
The Countdown
In a little under twelve hours, my grade 12 English class will sit down to write their government diploma exams. As much as I’m sure some of them won’t sleep well tonight, I have been having terrible dreams for a week already. I don’t think many students realize that sometimes the teachers are just as…
Blue Speckled Pup 