I’m sitting at my desk, wrapped in a fleece throw, struggling to keep my eyes open and my head off my desk. I woke up with a swollen eyelid and general itchiness. So went out on a limb and took some antihistamine. Despite my precautions in taking half a pill, I have entered coma-zone.
In high school, one of my favorite teachers was Ms. Simmons, my 11th grade English teacher. It was a fun class, made up of 9 girls and Tony White. Ms. Simmons challenged us, while respecting us as people capable of making our own decisions. This included our making decisions about whether we needed to sleep. Most teachers, if they saw a head nodding, would do all in their power to keep that person awake. Other than making the class more interesting. But Ms. Simmons figured that if we were falling asleep, we needed that sleep. It meant that we didn’t do the head-nodding thing too often, and that we were (with the rare exception of those times when we’d stayed up far too late, or had popped a Chlor-Trimeton) active participants in our education.
Oh, Ms. Simmons, why can’t you be my boss?
Posted by Shokufeh at August 8, 2003 11:43 AM