Something's Not Quite Right

Honestly, today was one of those days that just didn't feel quite right.

Driving to work, a few raindrops fell on my windshield, reminding me I had forgotten to bring my umbrella.

There wasn't much to take for lunch, so I made a salad that was little more than wilted lettuce with questionable brown spots topped with dressing. It was decidedly unsatisfying.

Only one of my "lunch bunch" math group showed up to practice multiplication facts. Even she was five minutes late, and then took another five minutes to explain why she was five minutes late.

Working with a small group on decoding skills, one of my students informed me she was bored.

Walking past a table group in the afternoon, I caught one of my students hurriedly crumpling a piece of paper, hoping I wouldn't notice. When I asked him to hand it over, he asked if he could just throw it away, a sure sign that I needed to read that note. I discovered that he had written about putting a "rifull" up another student's butt and pulling the trigger. Later I found another note on which he'd written "Why do you want to have sex anyway?" What? I teach 3rd grade. Third graders shouldn't be talking like this.

I received an email from a parent regarding some missing fund raiser money. Seems her son has been telling her and me different stories about what happened to the $20. In her last communication, she said that "his story is different about turning it in." I'm still trying to figure out exactly what that meant.

Finally, after nine hours of everything feeling off-kilter, I left work and headed to pick up my sons. Once I had Jack in the car and we were on our way to pick up Jared at his grandmother's, the world seemed to make a little more sense once again. We listened to Keith Urban and even sang along and talked about our day. Arriving at my mom's we sat and talked, catching up on the latest gossip. By the time I left, I had shaken off most of the not-right feeling that had clung to me throughout the day.

There was, however, one last hurdle in my way. The deadline to post my blog was coming up quick, and I still had no idea what I wanted to write about.

I sat down and wrote anyway.