Then I reached to get my materials out of my backpack. What a major goof I was about to discover. The backpack I had carried to work and into my class wasn't mine. It belonged to my 6 year old.
I rooted around in the backpack hoping for something to use. I found:
- pencils and eraser:
Worksheets should I need to fill class time:
And some 1st grade literature:
Suffice it to say, the semester started with a pretty good laugh between professor and students.