Today I found something in common with my students.

We’re all happier not seeing each other, even if we’re supposed to see each other.

I should probably be more dedicated, but any chance to avoid my worst class is a bon chance (that’s French for “hallelujah”. Something like that.)

This means, that after having a couple hours off thanks to a sports festival, my first question to the vice principal was “do we have junior high classes tomorrow?” It turns out we don’t, which changes my day a lot, and made me do a little dance. Well, not really, and I didn’t even smile, but I was smiling inside.

In the past, we’ve not only had classes on the second day–if the students don’t do well in the sports meet, they end up having regular classes–we have, on occasion, had the first day of sports cancelled and had to actually do our jobs, which is kind of annoying when you were already thinking about doing something else.

Note: normally all you lose is a couple classes during a jhs sports festival, but if you have enough junior high classes, well, let’s just say things get more interesting…

Although I make out well tomorrow, I still have my evening class, which steals from the day.

That said, I’ll enjoy the schedule changes when they happen.