It took me 15 minutes to find my car in the Target parking lot last week.
Last night I couldn’t find my debit card. I figured it was in my car. I couldn’t find either of my credit cards, I figured I hid them and couldn’t remember the act of hiding them or where I may have placed them.
As I pulled into work this morning, my phone rang. After I found said phone in the depths of my school bag, I answered. It was my bank – telling me that I left my debit card in the ATM yesterday.
I lost an assignment and rubric after photocopying for a student who needed the weekend work early. It showed up on my desk after work.
I found hope in a swath of sunshine during my morning class; patience with a group of students who continually challenge me. On the way to my car, I looked down at a streak of orange on the ground. It was my missing grading pen.
A little bit of lost and found for your Thursday, friends.
p.s. If you find my credit cards, will you let me know?
from midnight oil 