Slice of Life Tuesday is hosted by Stacey and Ruth at Two Writing Teachers
When John pulled up his chair next to mine for a reading conference last Tuesday, I had a feeling that his downcast look indicated something more sinister than just the back to school blues. So, when I began our conference with the usual "How's it going?" I knew I would hear about something other than: "wellll...I'm in this part of my book that I don't really get..." and I was right.
Right away, John listed all the stuff that ailed him: he was stuffed up, dizzy, a bit headachy, and also a lot queasy. I reached for the wastebin...but too late. And, after much drama and clean up and general excitement (sixth graders live for stuff like this, I'm convinced) we tried to settle back into normal life. I knew I would not see John back in school again for a few days, the question was, how long would I last?
By Friday afternoon, I had my answer...not long. I barely managed to pack up all the notebooks and writing folders I somehow thought I'd get done inspite of what I already knew to be true: I had the flu. Slinking out of the building, I carefully navigated my way home - the fifteen minutes stretching out into hours. I hauled my way up the flight of stairs, had the presence of mind to change from teacher lady clothes into comfy pajamas and crawled into bed...there went the weekend.
Today, I logged on just to send my colleagues lesson plans, and then crept back into bed. At noon, feeling better and longing for a return to normalcy, I checked in again to see if my lesson plans had been delivered. They had. But there was also a little note, from John: "Dear Mrs. Smith. I am sorry."