Some Days

There are those days when I just don't feel well.  When the stress and anxiety of a due assignment for grad school, mixed in with the responsibilities of my job, mixed in with the obligations of coaching, just don't sit right.  Then, with strep throat and the stomach flu making their way around the school, I wake up feeling like my head is swimming.  I'm hoping and praying that I'm not sick, because who has the time?  Some days, I snap at kids for little things, feeling overwhelmed by events out of my control and theirs.  Some days, four minutes into class, a student says, "I hope your day gets better."  And that's always just the worst.  Because really, it's only been four minutes.