I don’t know if it’s the getting caught in the rain while biking the past few days or an interstellar virus, but I feel like a bag of awful. And that’s not a bag of awful waffles. Actually I don’t know how awful a bag of waffles could be.
I’m not looking forward to having to redo my lessons for tomorrow. While I have a lesson that works for my opening class (What’s your name? Bingo!), it only really works with twenty-some people. The biggest class of the school that I’m going to tomorrow is sixteen. Even if I scale the bingo board down to a 4×4 instead of the 5×5 I’m using now, that’s still more than the amount of people in the class. Well, I guess I could put a free block on each one and make up some names that I’ll pretend to be and make the kids ask me questions… Hmm…
Waffle.
Frozen apple cinnamon waffle, mmm……