I thought it was a simple exchange of gases:
my brain both needed to bring in oxygen
and dump the carbon dioxide. Shallow
breathing brought on by tiredness has
all my balances askew. But then I learned
that it might just be that my brain is
overheated and needs to cool. I think I
like that idea better. It certainly feels as if
my brains are boiling at times. But if that is so,
drinking hot tea (even though mint and
green) probably isn’t helping the situation.
The cause isn’t all that important. As long as
I don’t gape at students. They gawp at me,
and I take umbrage. I really do. At least cover
your mouth! “Am I boring you?” I sweetly ask.
One had the temerity to say, “Yeah, sorta.”
My haughty “I heartily beg your pardon” clued him
in to his faux-pas. Well, the second one. No one does
haughty like me in a snit. Perhaps, though, my
body is telling me “take a rest.” I think that’s it.
Good thought, but work beckons, so once more
into the breach; the quivering nostrils the only
clue to the quietly stifled sign of a teacher’s lot.
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