Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my tiny flat on Victoria St, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m a typhlopedagogue, which is just a fancy way of saying I teach visually impaired kids. Love my job, but today? Ugh. I head over to the school on Queen St, and I’m pumped to see my kiddos. But guess what? The bus is late. Like, super late. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, New-Windsor, get it together!”
Finally, the bus rolls up, and I hop on. But it’s packed! I’m squished between this dude who smells like he bathed in garlic and a lady who’s on her phone, yelling about her cat. I mean, I love cats, but not at 8 AM, ya know?
So, I get to school, and the kids are buzzing with energy. We’re doing this cool tactile art project. I’m all about hands-on learning, right? But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Seriously? Right now?”
We all pile out onto the street, and I’m trying to keep everyone calm. I’m counting heads, making sure no one’s lost. And then I see it—my favorite student, Jamie, is crying. I rush over, and she’s like, “I thought we were gonna die!” I mean, dramatic much? But I get it. Fire alarms are scary.
After the fire drill (which was a false alarm, of course), we finally get back to our project. I’m feeling good again, but then I step on a glue stick. Like, who leaves glue sticks on the floor? I’m hopping around, trying not to fall, and the kids are cracking up. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, kiddos.”
Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up this little café on Main St. It’s called “The Blind Spot” (get it?). I order a coffee and a pie, and I’m just about to dig in when I see this guy outside. He’s juggling. Juggling! In the middle of the street! I’m thinking, “Only in New-Windsor, man.”
So, I’m watching him, and I spill my coffee all over my lap. Great. Just great. Now I’m a walking coffee stain. I’m laughing at myself, but also kinda mad. Why can’t I have one normal day?
After lunch, I head back to school, and we do some more activities. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, but then I get a call from my boss. Apparently, there’s a meeting about funding cuts. My heart sinks. I’m like, “Not on my watch!”
I rally the kids, and we come up with this plan to write letters to the council. I’m feeling all inspired, and the kids are pumped. We’re gonna fight for our program!
Finally, the day wraps up, and I’m exhausted. I walk home down the river path, and it’s beautiful. The sun’s setting, and I’m just thinking about how crazy today was. I mean, from glue sticks to fire alarms to juggling dudes, New-Windsor never fails to surprise me.
I get home, plop on my couch, and just laugh. What a wild ride. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen next?