I was wrong.  This Thursday was a special kind of mean.  It started with too much cough syrup, a sub as my aid and The Student (who is brilliant when he remembers his morning pill and who speaks another monster language when he doesn't) in full force monster mode, bless him.  It ended with the assistant superintendent popping in for a visit.  The Student was wandering (he's nomadic on bad days), the class acted like they'd never heard the words "Metric System," the boogers.  And my head was literally splitting in two.  I heard the crack.  There isn't enough nyquil in the world.

Mrs. Assistant Superintendent got out her phone camera at one point and I was torn between breaking out in a mad sort of cackle and just slumping to the floor in tears.

I need a math free, germ free, kid free week.  And I need it soon.