Sick Days

As a teacher I find it extremely difficult to write sub plans, and find it is easier to "just come in" than write the plans. Yesterday I was scheduled to go to a full day meeting of third grade teachers, but instead of attending the meeting I took a sick day. I was grateful my plans were already written, but sad to miss a collaborative meeting with other teachers in my district.
When I came in this morning I was greeted by a note from the sub and two pictures from my students.
It is really nice to know my students miss me when I'm gone...

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