A student in my night class yesterday forgot her purse.
When class ended we were both packing up and I asked how her semester was going. She's graduating in May and talked about how she's considering what'll happen after graduation. We chatted a while and she left and I finished packing up. I'm supposed to close all the windows in the classroom since I'm the last person to use the room. As I was doing that I saw a purse on the floor. I opened it and the name on the ID card was my students, so I ran outside to see if I could find her. It was very dark. I yelled her name several times and she didn't come back. Being a guy outside yelling a woman's name loudly is self-consciousness inducing experience, at least for me. Doing so with an elastomeric respirator around my neck made it more so. (I wear it when teaching because I don't want to catch covid at work.)I gave up, went inside, and thought maybe I could look up her phone number somewhere in the student information I have access to as an instructor. I don't always have phone numbers but sometimes I do. Unfortunately the campus internet was acting up. I finished packing up my stuff unsure what to do and just then I heard the front door of the building so I stepped in the hallway and it was her. That was a nice resolution.
That's the notable part of my day that I can recall. I forgot to eat my planned breakfast earlier in the day. 'My planned breakfast' isn't a phrase I'd normally use, I'm not normally a breakfast planner. But I'd made fridge oats with fruit and honey the night before and forgotten it in the morning, instead having whatever it is I had, probably a bow of cereal. So I ate the fridge oats for dinner when I got home, along with the leftovers of my kids pita pizzas (my wife makes bagel and pita pizzas sometimes, they're nice). I had finished my bottle of water between my second and third classes of the day this time. I assume it's the food but maybe the water as well - I was less exhausted the rest of the evening compared to how I often feel. Fridge oats and water: a memoir.
Before I went to bed our house was attacked by zombies but I fought them off by shriek-singing "peanut butter jelly time." They were driven off in disgust. My wife said hearing me do this was a fate worse than death, so it's not an unqualified win.
