a Jonah day

I woke up today in a remarkably pleasant mood; I believe I may have even bounded out of bed. But something happened once I hit school. I had to deal with some remarkably dense students (no matter how many times I tell them things, they never seem to get it...until suddenly they do, regardless of what I've just said). I blushed furiously several times in my German class (which actually caused me to forget what I was saying rather than the other way around). Then I lost patience with my dim-witted students who then told me I was weird today, that I was talking too fast, and that my hair looked weird (which it did. But was it really necessary to say so completely unsolicited?). Did I then proceed to blush? Yes, of course I did. And then half of my class failed a test that I had been pretty sure they were prepared for. My fault or theirs? I'm hoping theirs, but guilt says it's all me. And now I'm sitting at home thinking about the Russian I should be studying so I don't look like a fool again during Russian class tomorrow. Blech.