It all started on a wrong note . I woke up with a splitting headache. My students had their term exams . I carefully arranged all their question papers . I walked into my sunny kitchen and realised with bleakness, my coffee powder had finished . There was no time to run to the store . I decided to stop in the way at my favourite coffee joint “ Chennai Coffee”. Guess what ! Of all the days , today he had not opened it yet .
I drove in a sulky mood . My brain working on half a sleep mode without my morning cup of motivation, my steaming , piping hot cup of cappuccino. Through out my drive , I kept visualising my favourite pink mug with my coffee . Somehow I reached school . I went it hoping to request for a coffee there . You can’t believe it ! What happened! They also had run out of coffee powder . The store next to the School was closed. He had gone to his hometown . With a dejected sigh π I realised today I had to do without coffee ☕️.
I started arranging the question papers . I gave the children their papers . I noticed all of them looking uncomfortable, anxious and flustered . Looking at each other anxiously. I questioned and they hesitatingly said “ Mam today don’t we have English exam ?”.
I said “ Yes ! You have English!
They cried in unison courageously “ You have given us History papers “
This couldn’t be happening. Then I realised, in my rush , I had picked up the wrong File .
I quickly went into my locker and took out another question paper , which I always leave for an untoward emergency.
I quickly went into the office and gave them the question paper requesting them for the print .
I came back to the class and was trying to joke about it .
When the person from the office came frantically and said “ Mam !Mam ! I’m so sorry . My heart Sank . Now what ? I thought to myself.
Usha dropped a whole pot of ink on the paper. Nothing is legible . This couldn’t be happening. I just sat still for 2 minutes . Suddenly remembering my phone had a pdf file on one more question paper. I quickly mailed to her .
Finally after a delay of 45 minutes , the paper began . Resulting in my day running later than usual .
I returned home with a even more full blown sitting headache . Some days are just not for you .
Phew π
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