Murphy's Law

Things will not always go smoothly.

Bad things will happen.

Your car will break down the morning you begin student teaching.

You’ll forget your lunch at home and find your wallet devoid of bills,

Which brings to mind the coffee table at home with one or two that are a week behind.

The bell will ring while you’re rushing down the hallway with handouts that cost you               the last fifteen minutes of your planning period

And resulted in a battle that spilled blood and toner.

You will forget you were supposed to work tonight

Because you were busy grading papers

And checked the wrong week’s schedule.

The phone will ring to remind you that you still have other responsibilities,

And your alarm will fail to rouse you for the ones that make the grades.

You will miss out on opportunities to spend time with the woman who makes you                 smile.

You will wake in the morning wishing for just fifteen more minutes,

And discover a flat tire as you walk out onto the drive.

You will be asked if you could be less boring today by a teenage girl, and begin to                wonder,

“When did I become

Boring?”

Your lesson will run too long,

And tomorrow’s will fall short.

Every kid in class will stare blankly as you repeat a question ten different ways, and

The principal will arrive to observe you on the day they decided to truly test your                       management skills.

You will paint a paper in red ink and begin to think,

"What have I done wrong?"

There was once a Florentine who found himself five years older than I

And at a crossroads in life.

He made a journey

Nine circles deep

Before he climbed to the mount

And found the light.

We all must face hardships before we reach the top,

And nobody said that sharing the lamp was easy.