Tuesday morning. 6:55 a.m.
I have already dropped Rooney with my friend, Terry, who will take him to training class at 10.
I pull into the school parking lot and grab my teacher bag out of the back of the car, then walk briskly toward the back door. I only have about 15 minutes before my first meeting, but if I plan well, I can do at least three errands on my way to my classroom.
I get to the auditorium door and grab for my key card.
And that's when I realize I have left my key card hanging on the bathroom door at my house ten miles away.
I turn around to see if there is anyone else pulling up, who might perhaps let me walk in with them.
I try texting the teacher I will be meeting with.
Are you already in the building
I text another teacher whose classroom is close to an outer exit.
I'll be right there, she replies.
Phew. I walk the half a city block down to her classroom
Ten minutes later, my carefully planned schedule in ruins, I am in the building.
Now all I have to do is find someone with a master key, to let me into my classroom.
Nothing like getting off to a good start.