This morning I had another 'holy crap I need to get to school moments' and consisted of me rocketing out of bed as though it were on fire and sprinting around my room throwing on any clothes I could find. Luckily my santa beard, long johns and spare bedsheets weren't in my path (of destruction) as I hurtled around my apartment, or it would have made for one of my most adventurous teaching outfits (costumes) yet.
The photo above is how my bed looked after I leapt out of it. Getting into my mentor teacher's car, I was told 'I haven't had time to brush my hair yet either'. Later on I was told I looked like an ostrich, once again down to my bedhead.
Gamsahapnida for reading,
This minus the greenery, I didn't have time for breakfast.
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