Minute By Minute

After our yesterday we had a department meeting because who needs to grade? There was nothing earth shattering at the meeting. The only thing you need to know about the meeting is that there was a teacher missing. Not to fear, for minutes of each meeting are e-mailed us, so it’s like you never have to miss a meeting or you get to relive them—yeah—delete.

So why do you need to know about this missing teacher? It is because she’s that complainer I’ve told you about, and she came to my room this morning to vent on the minutes—item by item. Hmm, I guess you needed to know more than one thing.

Anyway I’m sitting there, and she’s firing off Are you kidding me’s and some There’s no way’s and I’m thinking, why do I have sit through this? I mean she had her chance to do this in the meeting yesterday, but she wasn’t there. That’s like not going to the baseball game and expecting to catch a foul ball. Besides, she’s a natural born complainer. She only needs a brick wall to talk to! Why me?!

I couldn’t take it. I just got up and left—from my own room! What was I to do? Now I knew it would be awkward if I just left her in my room without saying anything, so at the last second I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

“I have to go—to eye surgery.”

I know, ridiculous, but I panicked. To make things worse, I now have to go out and buy an eye patch to keep up the ruse. That’s not in the budget!