Beneath the Wraps

                I believe it was Thursday when the kindergarten celebrated the 100 th day of school.   They had used 100 beans to fill in the number 100 on a paper and glued their beans in place.   I wasn’t there for that part.   I saw their papers set aside to dry.             It had rained on Sunday.   I’m assuming that the rain chased the fog away as there was none impairing my vision during yesterday’s drive.   It was cold and the sun remained hidden and so was not blinded as I approached any off the exits.               First class: 7 th grade math.   17 students who for the most part are respectful to the instructor and pay attention to what she is doing on the board – except for two who constantly visit.   I can’t stand between them as there are...

          I had been asked to mark attendance for choir - only I have not marked anything for four weeks now - either choir was canceled, the doors were locked, or I wasn't there.   For an entire month?           Every fourth Sunday a class is offered to the instructors. A primary counselor reminded me of that.   It's hard to believe that four weeks have gone by.   Where am I?             I had just finished another accounting class - suspecting that my instructor is even more bored with the class than I am.           The one I compared to Walter and Sheldon here, has been copying and pasting her findings word for word.   I called her on it.   I don't know if anybody caught that.             So bored with the dis...