I can't believe I'm making this public, but it's too good not to share. I seriously wonder about my brain sometimes.
I subbed second grade today. The kids were doing a writing exercise when this girl came up to me and asked how you spell a certain word. And I couldn't, for the life of me, remember how to spell the word. Really FREAKY! This is second grade, people. It wasn't like the word was batrachophagous (which, for your curious information, is a person who eats frogs) or something. Now without revealing the word to you right away, I will tell you its definition: what you walk on inside buildings.
Okay, okay. The word was floor. Yes--floor. I seriously had to think about it. "Is it flor? What about flour? Flore? Scariest. Moment. Of. My. Life. I even got on the computer and googled it, but all I could manage typing out was flour. I was freaking out.
Finally, to my rescue, this boy who was standing nearby spelled it f-l-o-o-r. I've never been so relieved. And I've never been so privately humiliated. Granted this all happened within like 30 seconds, but it was the most terrifying half-minute of my life.
I'll go cry myself to sleep now. Heaven help me.
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