I though that I had somehow miraculously been skipped over when flu struck the school.
I thought wrong.
I came to school Monday and Tuesday, and spent the rest of my week in bed. There are very few things worse than the feeling of knowing you really should be at school, but are unable to be. It's just a constant nagging in the back of your head.
Luckily, the class just started working on our "This I Believe" essays, which I have been able to catch up on, it seems. Blargh to sick days!
I thought wrong.
I came to school Monday and Tuesday, and spent the rest of my week in bed. There are very few things worse than the feeling of knowing you really should be at school, but are unable to be. It's just a constant nagging in the back of your head.
Luckily, the class just started working on our "This I Believe" essays, which I have been able to catch up on, it seems. Blargh to sick days!