Just Relax

Fuck! As you begin the afternoon class reminding fifth-graders for the millionth time that the answers to most of their questions are in the Web pathfinder you painstakingly prepared and that they may not cite Google as a reference in their sources list, you realize that you forgot to pick up dry ice. You now have to leave school half an hour before the kids are dismissed, making you look like even more of a louse than leaving at dismissal the day after you announce your resignation.

And lunch wasn’t even that good.