In the words of one particularly ornery student whose accent would rival any Southern belle’s, “He’s like June Carter told Johnny Cash, ‘I can’t sing because I’ve got the laryngitis.'”
It’s true; I couldn’t even talk. Instead, I wore a little sign, “NO VOICE TODAY,” and planned accordingly: silent reading followed by a cartoon about adverbs followed by a book talk by the librarian followed by book checkout and silent reading time in the library. Talk about a cake day! I got a pile of grading done, planned ahead, and skimmed Newsweek, Smithsonian, and National Geographic.
When he saw me, my principal chuckled, “Too much cold air riding bike?” to which I couldn’t reply, “I haven’t even ridden my bike at all this week!” what with being sick and otherwise scheduled. I’m beginning to think that I’m sick because I haven’t exercised in the last six days. What makes matters a little more sobering is that in the coming week, too–Thanksgiving week, no less!–I probably won’t get to ride. At all.
Panic! Panic! Panic! Does this mean I have to go jogging? Panic! Panic! Panic!
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dragonfly
CP you've got me laughing! I lost my voice on the same day as you. what a cross-atlantic connection.