Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a typhlopedagogue, right? Yeah, fancy word for teaching visually impaired kids. But today? Today was a rollercoaster in Wasquehal, and not the fun kind.
First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally betrayed me. I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I rushed outta my apartment on Rue de la République, and let me tell ya, the streets were buzzing.
Wasquehal is this cool little town, ya know? It’s got that mix of old-school charm and modern vibes. But today? Ugh. I was just trying to get to my first class at the local school, and the traffic on Avenue de la Marne was a nightmare. I swear, I saw a snail pass me. Like, come on!
Finally, I get to the school, and guess what? The kids were all hyped up. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s Wasquehal! But then, one of my students, little Max, he’s got this wild imagination. He starts telling me about how he saw a dragon in the park. I’m like, “Dude, dragons don’t exist!” But he’s all, “Nah, it was real!” I couldn’t help but laugh. Kids, man. They make everything better.
But then, bam! The fire alarm goes off. Total chaos! Kids running everywhere, and I’m just trying to keep them calm. We all head out to the playground on Rue de la Mairie, and I’m thinking, “Great, just what I needed.” But then, I see the fire truck zooming by. I mean, Wasquehal’s not that big, but it felt like a scene from a movie.
After the drama, we finally get back inside. I’m trying to regain my cool, but then I spill my coffee all over my notes. Ugh! I was so mad! Like, why does this always happen to me? I mean, I love coffee, but it’s like it has a vendetta against my paperwork.
Later, I took the kids for a walk around Parc de la Deûle. It’s this beautiful park, and the weather was perfect. I was feeling good again. The sun was shining, and the kids were laughing. We played some games, and I even joined in. I mean, who doesn’t love a good game of tag?
But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I thought I was in a rom-com where the couple gets caught in the rain. But nope, just me and a bunch of soaked kids. We dashed back to the school, laughing and slipping on the wet pavement. I was like, “This is gonna be a story to tell!”
By the end of the day, I was exhausted. I walked back home, taking the long way through Rue de la Gare. I needed to clear my head. Wasquehal was quiet now, and I could hear the sounds of the city winding down. It’s funny how a place can feel so alive and yet so peaceful at the same time.
I got home, kicked off my shoes, and just flopped on the couch. What a day! I was angry, happy, surprised, and soaked. But that’s life, right? Just a wild ride in Wasquehal. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.