A Perfect Start to End a Perfect Day...

I walked out the front door with my black leather briefcase slung over one shoulder, along with my purse, in my other hand I held a steaming coffee cup full of tea; I wore these cute black suede wedge heeled shoes which have absolutely no grip on the bottom of them and to my suprise, I slipped on the damn ice! Landed on my hip and my briefcase broke my fall, my coffee cup stayed pretty much stable since that is the one thing I didn't want to drop. That incident pretty much started my day off right. The school day went pretty smoothly for the most part, and I got an e-mail that brightened my day, but once 7th hour hit...it was all downhill. I had to repeatedly talk to the kids to get them on track and finally when I was trying to help a student write a limerick, I couldn't even think because of the noise. I had to get up in front of the class and put my foot down, some kids looked shocked, some looked scared, and some were trying to hold back giggles, but in the end I got them all to work. I told them they were being rude and immature to me and their classmates by not working on their poems that I had given them 15 minutes to do! Once I told them that I would start writing people up, then I really got their attention. They didn't think I could do that, but I will. With a perfect start and the perfect end to my perfect day I feel just...well, perfect. Tomorrow is another day. Erase the whiteboard and start over.