It was a normal day–highly scheduled with lots of fires to put out; then in a span of ten minutes and three unrelated events, my perspective changed. As I was leaving the workroom, I glanced down at my new blingy necklace and noticed one of the ‘gems’ had fallen out. Grrr, but I have glue and replacement parts. I proceeded down the hallway and some petite student inadvertently charged me–like a bull right for my favorite sparkly pink water cup; it crashed to the floor and broke. Grr.grr, now what am I supposed to drink from? I went to make some coffee (a bit of comfort albeit not Southern), and the coffee maker unexpectedly trickled out an ice cold light-brown liquid that looked like dirty water. Grr…grr…
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