Once upon a time, I worked in a school where all my students promptly brought in the requested items from the school supply list.
I no longer work in that school.
No, in this school, I think I had about 3 students in my homeroom who brought in any items. And I'm not sure who, exactly, made the list anyway because I don't see a need for 50 rolls of paper towels. Maybe it's good I only got about 6.
Except that it's February, and I have a nasty cold (I blame Mardi Gras and the stress of my grandmother dying). And my poor nose is raw from those darn paper towels... because Lord knows we don't have any Kleenex.
In my defense, I thought about picking up some Kleenex at Sam's Club yesterday, but based on Joel's symptoms (which seemed to be about a day ahead of mine), I thought I'd feel much better today.
I was wrong.
The first thing I did when I got home today was clean our my sinuses with my Neti Pot, and now I'm continuously rubbing VapoRub ointment on my poor nose. I'm telling myself that the burning feeling is healing my raw skin.
Who knew facial tissue was such a luxury item?