On days like today, when I'm really tired and my sinuses are acting up and my patience is short, I tend to shuffle off into my own little dark corner of the world and feel sorry for myself. In Cubicle Land, it was easy to do this. I would wallow in my depressing little stew for days on end, feeling miserable and hating my life.
When you're teaching school, it's next to impossible to behave in such a self-absorbed way.
This is a good thing.
Oh, and the seventh-graders liked their gold stars. I love my seventh graders.