I had a new student in class. Midway through our 3-hour class she asked if we were going to have a break so she could go have a smoke. Sure. 30 minutes later I happened to look her direction just as she exhaled a giant cloud of smoke (which blew directly at me thanks to the fan she had positioned right behind her.) My reaction: "You can't do that. I will Die. I have asthma." Workplace drama. The post-confrontational aggitation caused me problems. Hours after the event the residual anger/stress/confrontation energy was still buzzing around in my brain. Not the anger, mind you, just the energy. That combined with breathing difficulties due to smoke exposure and my recent upper respiritory crap pretty much did me in for the rest of the day. I came home and slept. I think that is all I did. Yep. That was it. Grateful Crap: That none of my other students in the nearly 20 years that I have been teaching have ever seen fit to light up in my classroom. Daily Convexions: took meds (150mg venlafaxine, 450mg bupropion, 50mg lamotrigine) also: omega-3, magnesium, multivitamin taught Comments are closed.
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |