Friday, September 11, 2009

A hairy first day of school....

I started school when I was four years old. I am now....well....much, much older.

I have never had a September where I didn't go to school since then.
(That's actually a lie....I took a year off maternity leave 23 years ago.)

Apparently, I like school.

So the first full day of school, the first class, I, the teacher, had a lot to say.

In fact, I talked most of the period.......with.....a......'hair'.....on my tongue.
(or something.....maybe it was cat fur....)

It creeps me out just thinking about it.

20+ darlings looking at me trying to keep my composure.

The hair kept moving around.

I kept talking.

I wanted to puke.

We all were indoctrinated on swine flu prevention already, doing the 'dracula' sneeze/cough, (in elbow....think about it) and were told to never, I say NEVER put your fingers into your mouth!

So there I was. Hair on tongue. No drink in sight and no way of plucking out the offending object without possibly infecting myself with a deadly virus.

Nearly killed me.

See....that's probably the explanation for this photograph, doncha think?