These are better days

I know I'm meant to wake up thanking some force of nature that I didn't die in my sleep, but this morning the alarm rings too early, it's still night- dark outside and the troubles I put to bed 8 hours before haven't managed to untangle themselves in sleep.
This was such a morning, but the day broke beautifully and hopefully over the canal as I left home. 
The Chalk Face is an unpredictable place to work.  If you anticipate the worst you live in fear and anticipating the best is a terrible mistake, somethings going to hit you from behind and knock your breath out of your lungs, but there can be sweet, unanticipated moments.
David Pobbo Nkoobongo is the tallest, biggest-built boy I know.  He'd got 4/20 in a test on the passive voice which much have galvanized him into participatory action.  
I looked up at him as he left the classroom and told him that whatever befell me in the day to come, he'd already made it and I could feel the smile behind his mask.
The rest of the morning was shite.   The new boy Rayan inexplicably caused Chanone to hyperventilate and she collapsed in the toliets, I got caught in the crossfire of a fight, the dog ate Mu's homemade burgers and the cats ran away with the grated cheese. Nico put it down to the full moon and the arrival of  low-altitude snow 
I gave up and watched Gogglebox.