He seems sympathetic to my germy disgusting plight. He's "everybody's favorite art teacher" - his classroom is super organized, most everything runs like clockwork and I'm very comfortable in that environment. I really think I would do well to model my organization and other methods after his. And plus, he picked me as one of the only two he'd agree to have as student teachers this year.
I arrived in his school district with the benefit of his preconceived notion of how I'd do a good job. And promptly showed up to the wrong building the first day, walked through a lot of snowfall across a parking lot, freezing, acted fuzzy-low-thyroid bleh, and caught his cold.
Anyway I am one big giant germ today. Even though I'm feeling better. I have been blowing my nose a lot and it's really bad. I scared a second grader a minute ago, I was sitting behind her and I blew, and she jumped and turned around. I seriously at some point this morning realized I had the bottom of Mr. B's trash can covered up with used tissues so I am now starting to distribute them into different trash cans so it is less disgusting to walk by the one beside his desk. Just imagine a layer of used tissues. Ugh. I should shut up. I'm vile and repulsive. Everytime I sneeze or blow I just have to apologize. I got a laugh earlier though, during one class I ran in the little office area to sneeze and one kid yelled "Bless You!" and I yelled "Thank You!" back and some of them chuckled.
Oh. Also. My oh my. There are some nose pickers, almost every class has one. Usually in the front row, and nearly always a really lovely little face surrounded with angelic curls and beautiful eyes with a finger inserted up to the knuckle.
On that lovely note, here is what my nose looks like:
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