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Just another manic Monday

(With apologies to the lovely Bangles)

I didn't sleep last night, and that always puts me in an "off" mood for the day. I get to work, grab a Diet Coke and plunge into the day, head full of fuzz and body struggling to keep up the pace set by a school full of teens.

Students straggle in. The sophomores are doing generalized testing this week, so my classes are scattered - a few kids missing here and there. They turn in their weekly reflection papers (this one on Fr. Damien - who took care on the lepers on Molokai - and the Sacrament of the Anointing of the Sick), and check the board for today's work.

One of the boys seems to think he's playing baseball - he's making all sorts of weird gestures. "Are you telling Dom to steal third?" I ask, and he goes back to his reading. They take delight in pointing out a mistake I made in a worksheet. They shuffle out, and in comes the next herd.

My afternoon is quiet, as most of the seniors are done. A couple stop by, one to drop off an open house invite and another for a signature on some paperwork. They have service presentations this week and have some questions.

It doesn't seem like much, this teaching life, when you break it down day-to day. Yet, I get the chance to tease and teach, instruct and ignore, laugh and be laughed at. In the front of my room hangs a crucifix, Christ in His greatest moment of sacrifice, and that is the beacon. It may be a manic Monday, but it is always a merciful Monday, where Christ teaches all of us - me and the students - how to manage in this life, so that we can be ready for the next.

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