Bad Teacher

Exams are made.  This is supposed to be easy week for me.  Give exams.  Grade exams. Noooo for some reason my body wanted to make this week just as difficult as all the other weeks.
Sunday night went to bed with a tummy ache.
Made it through school Monday somehow without puking.  I pretty much just told my kids to study on their own and I put my head down on my desk.  Then put in a video when they were finished.  Bad Teacher. 
Monday night didn't fare so well.  Every 3 hours or less I was in the bathroom. 

First day of exams and I just couldn't go to school.  And we are NOT supposed to miss school this week unless it is ABSOLUTELY necessary.  I've pushed through a lot of feeling awful and still gone to work.  But not today.  I don't think it's acceptable to run out of the room on 25 students taking an exam to go to the shitter. 

Now I'm on the couch with my half eaten banana, chicken noodle soup, saltines, and Gatorade watching "One Fine Day."  Really?  With 3 and a half days left I get a stomach bug?  Really?
It's fine.  I'll be back tomorrow with my bland snacks in tow.  And this year will soon be OVER!

It's been good though.  And I feel optimistic about next year.  Somewhere near the end of April I was in an intense "I can't stand these kids" mood....like all the time... wondering how I was gonna be able to do this for multiple years.  But then things started letting up.  And then seniors had their last day.  And then I just completely let off the gas pedal I'd been holding down all year.  And I started to feel like me again.