I just scared myself by looking for my writing notebook in my drawer. It wasn’t there.
I looked for it under a pile of papers (debate groups, collected assignments, written self introductions) but alas!
Uh oh… This can’t be happening. I’m pretty sure I had brought it back from my trip a month and a half ago. It couldn’t be lost!
Momentarily defeated, I sat back in my chair, doom and gloom in my heart.
That’s when I noticed the white spirals under school calendars and half graded translation papers. Miracle!
It was just there, on my desk. Phew! Disaster avoided. (Until I look at those papers again.)
A glimpse into the (messy) teaching life overtaking my (hidden) writing life.
Ali J.
