I t’s Monday. And even worse than that it feels like Monday. Moody Monday. In fact I woke up this morning with such a Monday stomachache I almost managed to convince my mother that it was not only good for me to stay at home but also necessary essential and crucial. But when I started using words like those she gave me one of those parental guilt-inducing looks and I got out of bed with a groan.
Anyway where did we leave off? Right Wednesday. When Dassi got cold feet and mine were also feeling slightly icy. In retrospect probably an omen of what was yet to come….
So on Thursday we walked into school at some ridiculously early hour to give out our survey cards at the door. Sorele and Bruchi were already waiting when Dassi and I turned up — late due to Dassi’s realization that she’d left her daily cup of cocoa by her front door. (And yes that did annoy me just a teeny-weeny bit….) But we were still early enough to see Mrs. Gordon the secretary walking in. Bruchi commented that Mrs. Gordon was one person who everyone thought lived in school and we all laughed at the truth in that statement. When had there been a time when Mrs. Gordon hadn’t been in school with her glasses perched on her nose and a stern look over them for any latecomer? Well we certainly weren’t going to be getting one of those today.
At first when the girls arrived we were enthusiastic as we handed out the cards and told them our scheme in a detailed long-winded explanation. This was not a good idea. By the time the first bell for davening rang we were all so hoarse that we could barely get two words out. And then there were the questions. Seriously. Like the tenth grader who asked about which teachers were going to see the cards. And then the girl who wanted to know what the reward would be. Never mind the ones who talked their way through the instructions and then asked us to repeat them. Now I know what my teachers feel like I thought wryly. But everyone had the cards and that was a good start.
