Maggie in the morning
One of worst parts of the day for Maggie Spencer was the morning. Every night Maggie went to bed determined to awaken earlier than 7am. This way, she wouldn’t feel as rushed and chaotic for her busy day at work. But without fail, every single morning, as her alarm phone went off at 6:30 am, Maggie felt like shooting herself. It’s too cold, she would reason. Or, I’ve planned most of the school day, I don’t need to go in early. Or, I wont wear my contact lenses today, so that will save me another 5 minutes of sleep. Today, however, was the worst day because Maggie had volunteered to supervise the school ski trip, so she would have to be at school at 5:30am. Originally, she thought it would be a great getaway from her homeroom class, an unruly, rude and obnoxious group of grade sixes. However, she had failed to do her research, realizing only too late that every single one of her students would be attending the trip. To make things worse, Maggie had been told about this from Dave, the teacher coordinating the trip a day before. “Don’t be so lazy, Maggie,” Dave had kidded. Maggie looked at him with downcast eyes. He had no clue, Dave.
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