Why is it that, even though there was a holiday last Monday, the week still feels a little long?
Not that it was a totally bad week. Some memorable events occurred, some good, some bad.
Last Wednesday was Ash Wednesday, and there was a school-wide mass in the High School. Being one of the communion ministers, I, along with my fellow ministers, was tasked with applying the ashes to the congregation. And Fr. RB was right; he had said that applying the ashes was a spiritual experience. As I made the sign of the cross on each forehead, I felt truly a part of the Mass.
However, during the Mass, I got into a bit of an altercation with one of my co-teachers. When I got back to my class, I saw that the some of the students in the class beside my homeroom class were reading the magazines that they had brought to use as fans. I immediately went and confiscated the magazines. The moderator of the class quickly approached me and told me that he had allowed his students to do what they were doing (to read? no, to use the magazines as fans), to which I responded that they were reading the magazines. The teacher, who was apparently having a bad day, told me, in front of the students to mind my own class, because they were noisy.
I felt a little bad about the incident, considering that I got dressed down by a colleague in front of the students. How embarassing!
I was able to talk to the teacher the next day, and apparently, he had realized that, while he had a point in telling me to mind my class, he shouldn't have done it in front of the students. He was profuse in his apologies, and I promised to simply inform him about his students' misbehavior next time, instead of simply wading in and calling the students' attention.
A little misunderstanding, and fortunately, it didn't get out of control.