Thursday, October 29, 2009

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I've had a small run of small things that, in a small way, aren't so pleasant--forgetting important things in the car or at home and realizing it only when I've reached the classroom, becoming extra-sick on the medication, and on my recent walk with the dogs, spraining my ankle.

Those brownies above? I'm going to remember them today. Ryan made them, and I promised to bring some in to the students who could put together a bibliography the fastest (and most correct), but then I left them in my car. The same day, I forgot my attendance list in my office (the same floor of the same building, thank goodness) and the printer ran out of ink, so I had no handouts.

It's just comically ridiculous, I suppose--these little things that add up to some serious adaptation. Fortunately, I am not the sort of instructor who puts out a stuffy demeanor to my students, so I can roll with these twists (oh, pained ankle!) with some humor and grace.

Today, outside, it is cold and rainy, and I won't go on my daily walk, not because I am discouraged by bad weather, but because my ankle is tender, only a little swollen, not so bad that I cannot get around easily but enough that I'd prefer not to let this klutz go out and make things worse, which is what I'd probably do--retwist to a greater degree. Don't doubt the power of the girl who walks into walls.

4 comments:

Angie said...

You seem to have issues with your ankles. Maybe you need to invest in some hiking books that would have a bit more support.

Molly said...

It's the same ankle I twisted when we moved in... it's a weaker ankle, and I do have really fancy hiking boots, but I don't usually use them just to walk around the neighborhood. :)

I also broke my elbow when running with the dogs that summer before I got married. I think I'm just a klutz!

Anonymous said...

Unfortunately, you get that klutziness from me, I'm afraid. And I'm so sorry, too.
Maman

KeLL said...

It's that kind of day. I've been up since 3:30 am thanks to the pets. I hit my head on my work locker lock (bled, bruised, and swollen). Richard's car breaks down on the way home from work. Christian and I drive to Maple Grove to pick him up.
Just that kind of day.