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Waking up, Miss Madison anticipated a good day, She would get a call from the sub caller asking her to sub in any glass under third grade. She would even check the app to see fi there was any assignment. Her heart beat in time. As she enjoyed her time with her sister, she checked the app. A job assignment for a third grade class. Her day would be good.
After she packed a lunch and put on her winter cold as the morning temps dipped to a mid thirties. She would walk to the bus station and make it time. She lived in a time when wearing the governing authorities mandated people would wear a mask, but she wore a face shield. She still would have a good day.
She met the class that morning. They looked like they would be good and not give her too many problems. Third grade math she could handle and as long as the teacher had put together the plans, she would teach with confidence. The learning director was her favorite. She had known her from another school and all the other third grade teachers were such a big help. She would definitely have a good day.
Miss Madison prayed for favor. Her feet would hurt if she had to help out the P.E teacher or do ten minutes of yard duty, but the favor wasn't there. On the lesson plan, the teacher wrote she would have to assist the P.E teacher and then later ten minutes of yard duty yet she would still have a good day.
But it ended the minute she got on the bus. The bus driver in the morning, never questioned her wearing a face shield, and neither did a driver of a smaller bus ask her, but as soon she got on the last bus, the driver asked, "Do you have a mask?" Since when did bus drivers say she couldn't wear a shield? It just made her day worst. Feeling a little grouchy, she complied. She couldn't wait to get off the bus. She already had issues with the bus fare machine, telling her every time her valid card was invalid, but he added to it.
Miss Madison decided, she needed to listen to her mp3 player so she walked to a bench outside the transfer station and took it out and turn it on. It was on her way home, she realized she had forgotten her shield. She would have love to leave it behind but until people stop mandating mask, she needed it. When she went back to get it, a four-engine train just happened to speed down the tracks. Just great. One more thing to make her day worst,
Miss Madison will always have bad and good days, but she is grateful for one thing: Jesus loves her no matter how she responds to her day. This is the day that the Lord has made and she will rejoice and be glad in it.
This is based on the events of Miss Madison written as a story
Author of the Second Chance Series and owner of Unique Pen Press.