Toughing it out

I woke up last night feeling like someone had used an eyedropper to apply battery acid to my vocal cords. I was sure that my voice would be gone by the end of the day today, but I got lucky. Instead I just have a new, deep, sexy voice. If you like the I-smoke-6-packs-a-day-and-drive-an-18-wheeler type. The fifth graders and I were making predictions (the school sanctioned version of making a bet) about how I would feel tomorrow. They don't think I am going to make it. One of them said, "The 4th graders are too loud and they make you talk too much." Not just the 4th graders, sweetie!