We only accept new students twice a year, so the start of a new semester is always exciting for our campus. I was really excited – I even had my lesson plans ready to go for the next three weeks. And what happened?
Chinese food. Bad Chinese food, that is.
Monday night, my husband and I got food poisoning. I spent all night (read: no sleep) being sick. I could barely use my cell phone, but I managed to call a co-worker to get a sub for me. Around noon, the fever got to me, and I started to get delirious, convinced my principal thought that I was merely hung over, since it was a three day weekend.
I took today off as well, and am supposed to be absent tomorrow for a textbook committee, but I just can’t bring myself to go. I’ve already missed two days – basically the first day of school, and I think my priority right now is with my classroom.
I hate missing school and I have never missed the first day of classes before.
I’m still a little wobbly, but I’m way better than where I was this time yesterday. I question whether I should have went ahead and gone to school today, but I don’t think I could deal with it. I’ve slept most of the day, and am still hesitant about eating solid food.
I don’t know where I get it from, but I have a serious guilt complex when I miss work. This time? Not so much.
I really have no idea what my classes have done the past two days – I suppose I’ll just call those two days a loss and start tomorrow with my original lesson plans.