There was a flu clinic at the end of the school day.
I looked forward to the half hour lapse between the end of the day and the start of the clinic.
An opportunity to explore the piles on my desk.
I popped in a bit early and got a form and a number, more digging; more sense of accomplishment.
My room was just a few doors down. I repeated this scenario a few times, checking to see if my number was near.
When my number was called, I sat in my chair, a student nearby gave me a big smile and a wave.
I looked across the room; a teacher was smiling and miming what was about to happen to us.
I cracked up. Nothing like knowing that we are all in this together.
A sense of oneness battling the flu.