Multiple Mishaps but still Mostly WIN
I tried to give myself a concussion. And Arthur tried to follow my example it seems.
See, on Wednesday, I was sitting at the table in the teacher's room. I always set up with my back to the wall. And I was in a really good and relaxed mood, so I was sort of lounging back in my chair which was pushed up against the wall by my lounging. Then one of my coworkers said something that made me laugh.
I'm one of those people who literally throw their heads back when they laugh.
Most of the school building is made of cinderblock.
You see my problem?
It's still a bit tender, and I have a headache.
But Arthur, it turns out, is an incredibly loyal dog. On Thursday we were going to pick up Chinese food. Which made him quite happy because there's nothing in the world he likes more than driving in the car. I'm pretty sure he'd pick the car over food. (Though sometimes he finds morsels IN the car...)
I live in an area with serious deer overpopulation and no way to control it, due to a combination of hunting-phobia and a too-dense-for-hunting-to-be-safe population. And it was dark.
You see where the story goes from here. And while I was slamming on the brakes, Arthur was simultaneously launching himself at the deer (his mortal enemy), which two events created enough force to actually smash my windshield. I kid you not. The crazy thing is that Arthur didn't pause for a second. He KEPT trying to launch himself at the deer.
(The deer which -- and I still feel horrible about this -- seemed injured. Must have been, given the size of the dent in my car. I have no problem with killing animals [well... other people doing it -- I'm squeamish]. Especially deer, given the population problem in my area. But I HATE that I made the animal suffer and couldn't do anything about it. I want it either totally healthy or dead quickly. And I'm pretty sure this accident didn't leave the deer either way. :-( )
But we both have sore heads now. (I mean... he seems fine, but his head MUST hurt, right? Even if he has been running into walls at full tilt since he was a puppy?) Also I think I'm about to have a sore pocket, since I highly doubt the insurance covers dog-projectiles-from-inside-the-car.
But I am used to replacing my windshield now. I average one every other year.
So those were my mishaps.
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Now for the EPIC WIN!
Today, near the end of Western Thought class, this happened:
ME: So, on Monday we're starting the Enlightenment unit. I know you read the packet I handed you already, but please re-read it or look over it again so you can be ready to discuss it on Monday.
STUDENT: Will it be more long?
ME: No.
[thinking] That's an odd way to phrase that question...
HANG ON!
[aloud] Are you playing the one syllable words game?!?!?!?!??!!?!
STUDENT: ... yes.
My work here is done. :-P
See, on Wednesday, I was sitting at the table in the teacher's room. I always set up with my back to the wall. And I was in a really good and relaxed mood, so I was sort of lounging back in my chair which was pushed up against the wall by my lounging. Then one of my coworkers said something that made me laugh.
I'm one of those people who literally throw their heads back when they laugh.
Most of the school building is made of cinderblock.
You see my problem?
It's still a bit tender, and I have a headache.
But Arthur, it turns out, is an incredibly loyal dog. On Thursday we were going to pick up Chinese food. Which made him quite happy because there's nothing in the world he likes more than driving in the car. I'm pretty sure he'd pick the car over food. (Though sometimes he finds morsels IN the car...)
I live in an area with serious deer overpopulation and no way to control it, due to a combination of hunting-phobia and a too-dense-for-hunting-to-be-safe population. And it was dark.
You see where the story goes from here. And while I was slamming on the brakes, Arthur was simultaneously launching himself at the deer (his mortal enemy), which two events created enough force to actually smash my windshield. I kid you not. The crazy thing is that Arthur didn't pause for a second. He KEPT trying to launch himself at the deer.
(The deer which -- and I still feel horrible about this -- seemed injured. Must have been, given the size of the dent in my car. I have no problem with killing animals [well... other people doing it -- I'm squeamish]. Especially deer, given the population problem in my area. But I HATE that I made the animal suffer and couldn't do anything about it. I want it either totally healthy or dead quickly. And I'm pretty sure this accident didn't leave the deer either way. :-( )
But we both have sore heads now. (I mean... he seems fine, but his head MUST hurt, right? Even if he has been running into walls at full tilt since he was a puppy?) Also I think I'm about to have a sore pocket, since I highly doubt the insurance covers dog-projectiles-from-inside-the-car.
But I am used to replacing my windshield now. I average one every other year.
So those were my mishaps.
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Now for the EPIC WIN!
Today, near the end of Western Thought class, this happened:
ME: So, on Monday we're starting the Enlightenment unit. I know you read the packet I handed you already, but please re-read it or look over it again so you can be ready to discuss it on Monday.
STUDENT: Will it be more long?
ME: No.
[thinking] That's an odd way to phrase that question...
HANG ON!
[aloud] Are you playing the one syllable words game?!?!?!?!??!!?!
STUDENT: ... yes.
My work here is done. :-P