Beginning in the fall of 1940 and extending through the summer of 1959 Monday mornings were to be dreaded, for I had to respond to the signal to begin another week of school, or I had to punch the time clock and put myself at the behest of the employer. (This did not apply, or course, during the wonderful summer months during the school years, three glorious months of parole.)
Beginning in mid-August of 1959 I started teaching youngsters in the public schools of Indiana. For the next 31 years, Monday mornings signalled the beginning of another week of adventure and excitement in the world of education. (Except, of course, during the long summer months when supplemental employment had to fill in to provide food and shelter until school resumed.)
Now, for the past 24 years, Monday morning is just another morning.
Hi, I'm vanilla. Howya doin'? What color is your mood ring on Monday morning?