So, I’m not really sick, but I have a bit of a cold and the drainage is playing havoc with my voice. Tuesday wasn’t so bad, but I woke up this morning and couldn’t speak. I went to work prepared:
Yeah, yeah, yeah – I know preschoolers can’t read, but I thought it would help the parents understand why I wasn’t greeting them as enthusastically as normal. I tried preparing the children, too, but the first little boy I explained it to covered his ears. Apparently he didn’t appreciate his teacher sounding like she had been possessed by a demon.
The day went alright, but I was winded by the end. It’s like shouting, even though it comes out quiet and ugly. My favorite was when a little girl looked at me during lunch and said, “You’re not better?” Sorry, Audrey. Maybe tomorrow.