An almost normal Monday

There are days where you get the distinct feeling you should have stayed in bed... such was my feeling yesterday as I raced towards the school building on my longboard - as of late my favourite mode of transportation. To be quite honest, the day had started as tranquil as it can get, with a nice cup of coffee in the morning sun, enjoyed in total absence of obligations - or so I thought. When the phone rang and I saw the name of the deputy headmaster blinking on the display, I knew I was in for something. And indeed - I had completely managed to ignore the fact that I had been assigned the first shift of watching the hallway during the oral Abitur examinations.
Hair standing on ends, and transpiring some first sweat beads of the day, I arrived just in time to shake the hands of the very strict looking president of the examination committee. From then on, the day just got better.
In the break following, I managed to first let drop a piece of watermelon on my shirt and the floor (where it left its mark in both cases), only to go on to break a plate of the precious mensa china. On the way over to the next class, the watermelon stains were joined by some coffee splashes, adding yet another color pattern on my shirt. Having more or less successfully ignored these trifles and the ensuing sneers of my literature class, I went on blissfully to copy my materials for the next lesson, my ninth grade biology class. Whistling, I multiplied workpage after workpage, and went over to the Campus building well-prepared, and in th econviction of finally getting a grip on this day. Or so I thought.
Two minutes before the start of the lesson it finally dawned upon me, that in fact, it was not the ninth grade biology class that was awaiting my disclosures on the secrets of human reproduction, but my English eight graders plus an extra English class I was supposed to take care of due to the absence of an esteemed colleague.
Oh, well, as I said in the beginning - this day I could have well spent in bed and not missed much. Then again, what can be nicer than an emotionally induced state of confusion...